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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
Transcription 386FLIRTATION AT THE MOULTRIE HOUSE
such a love of a moustache, that it seems to be a very nesting-place for
cupid. He is all devotion to me, Soph ;—follows me everywhere,
makes up the prettiest parties, and contrives the nicest schemes, for
getting us together, and he talks in such sweet, low accents, and he
says such poetical things always, so different from every body else,
so full of moonlight, and midnight, and zephyrs, and ambrosia,
that you see in an instant, that he was born to be a poet, as was the
case with Mr. Horace, of whom cousin Tom talks so constantly. I
have told Augustus all about you,—that you are my other self,
more than my sister, more than a lover possibly could be, myself
in fact, the soul part of my own life and being. You may be sure,
Soph, I did justice, as well as I could to your charms and graces. I
told him what a mind you had, how brilliant, how deep, what an
unselfish and noble soul, how full of self-sacrifice and devotion. I
told him that, though you had ten times the wealth and beauty of
poor little me, you were all meekness and humility, and were the
last person that ever thought of your own possessions. He longs to
see you, for my sake, and, oh, Soph! my precious, I long that you
should see him for my sake also; for, of a truth, my heart, he grows
more precious in my sight than all other of the sons of men. Can't
you come to me, Soph? What is to keep you? Run down, my heart,
next week, when you will be in season for the Costume Ball;—bring
all your pearls, and diamonds, all your jewels, and put on all your
charms. You shall go as Cleopatra, and I trust you will find your
Caesar, not to die for him, and lose your crown, but to live for him
and be crowned with happiness. You with him, and I with my
Augustus, and
"Oh! if there be an Elysium on earth, 'T will be this, 't will be this?"
Your own
GEORGIANA.
LETTER FIFTH.
You will come, my Sophronia? Oh! bless you for the promise.
Augustus heard it with delight. He sympathizes with me in all things.
He asked a great deal about you, and I gave him a particular descrip-