Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
by the way, are rising. He is frequently with Georgy, and' she seems
to find pleasure in his company. Soph and herself do not often meet;
they sit at opposite extremes of the table. They occupy separate
quarters of the parlor; and seldom exchange a word, except when
passing. Soph has written Georgy, trying to excuse her offences.
Georgy showed me her answer to this; but not the letter itself. She
was calm, and uttered no reproaches. "I have made some mistakes,"
she says quietly, "equally in love and friendship, but I have only
myself to complain of. It must be my care now to commit no more
of either sort." Soph evidently feels ashamed of herself. She does
not look any of us in the face; but in all probability the consolations
of Mr. Colleton re-assure and satisfy her. He is certainly sufficiently
devoted. The report this evening is, that the question was popt just
before dinner, at the extreme east corner of the upper or ladies'
piazza. Mrs. Ge, of Charleston, happened suddenly to emerge
from one of the neighboring chambers, and caught a fervent word
or two, which seems to convey no other meaning. Since then, Mr.
C. seems to be more excruciating than ever, and Miss K. more happy.
They are even now about to sally out for a drive. Mr. C's. buggy is
at the door, and he keeps a splendid trotter. There they go, with a
hundred eyes following them. But Georgy calls to me, and I must
go too. We are also for a drive. Dick Meriwether joins us, and I
am in hopes that the sight of Soph's happiness, will not prejudice
Your affectionate nephew,
Miss Sophronia Kirkland, to Miss Georgiana Appleby.
Can you forgive me, my own Georgy! Ah ! indeed you must.
How could I help it. Alas! I little knew how terrible a passion was
love ! What friendship can withstand it? We were ignorant children,
my precious, when we believed ours to be so strong. Mine has
failed in the encounter. Oh! Georgiana,—the deed is done. I am
affianced. How could I resist the pleadings of Augustus? Ask your
own heart, how impossible. Not that I suppose that your heart will