Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 238 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
that it can never conceive of, or desire its wrong-doing or its hurt! I do
not deny that one may passionately love, where the object is unattain-
able, in the possession of another; but such love, sir, remains silent, suf-
fers in silence, even as the woman, sir, loving in vain, who, as Shakespeare
so beautifully tells us,
`Never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek!'"Oh! cold, cold Gabriella! You reason when you should feel! You
speak from the head, not from the heart.""I hope I have a head, Mr. Bulkley; and I am not quite sure that I have
a heart! In the inactivity of this one, at all events, I am clear for relying
upon the other! It would be rather better for women, generally, I fancy,
if they could place more reliance upon the head, in the affairs of the
heart, than they seem to do. Had I trusted my own head more, and my
friends and fancies less, for there was a heart, I am sure, at the bottom
of my errors, —I should not be in my present situation of disquiet,
annoyance, and desolation.""And why should you be desolate? Do I not tell you, now, that I love
you! Now that you have broken the tie that fettered you to that ""Stay, sir; no epithets, if you please; and —I have not broken the tie
that bound me to Mr. Fairleigh; I hope to do so; mean to do so, if I can;
with all the sanctions of society and law; and then, sir ""Ah! then! Behold me at your feet, Gabriella. Believe me, I am yours,
and forever. I love you! I repeat the declaration, now that you are com-
paratively free, and hope to be so entirely, as fondly as when I made it, on
my knees, that happy night; when I hoped and fancied that you
responded, with warmest sympathies to the passion in my heart.""You deceived yourself, sir, in that fancy. Rise, Mr. Bulkley; your pre-
sent attitude adds nothing to the force of your declaration. It is too much
after the role of the stage-player, to suit my taste.""Gabriella," reproachfully, as he rose, "this sarcasm!""You profess to love me, Mr. Bulkley. What is the meaning what the
extent of this declaration?""Can the word `love' have any but the one signification, Gabriella?""Yes, many. Pray what is your definition? What do you propose when
you say to me, `I love you?'"To make you mine, Gabriella."
Very good. There are many ways, again, in which lovers propose