Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Eight: Playing the Trout >> Page 240

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 240 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
"Yes, indeed, Gabriella, my evidence would acquit you, were I
permitted, suspected of participating in your crime, to give evidence
at all. It is with me that you will have been compromised in the eyes of the
world, you remember; that would make my testimony of doubtful value,
and how should I give this testimony, which deprives me of this advan-
tage which I now possess? an advantage which promises me the enjoy-
ment which you might otherwise be too cold to bestow? Your only hope
now is to fly to my protection the world already assumes you to be
under it; and, in the abode of my cousin, and in the arms of love !"
He approached, and passed his arm about her waist.
"Remove your arm from my person, Mr. Bulkley," she said, in the
sternest tones, wheeling about, and confronting him, while her figure
seemed to rise and dilate, in accordance with the dilating orbs of her
great blue eyes. Looking upon him with an expression of the sublimest
scorn, she exclaimed:
"Oh! man, man, man! This is thy love. This thy magnanimity. These
the virtues of manhood which are to win the heart, snare the soul, and
subdue the spirit in woman! Hear me, sir. I look upon you, Mr. Bulkley,
with the loathing which I should feel at beholding the reptile crawling
through my chamber, or the ourang outang peering over my shoulder.
You need but the cloven hoof, sir, to be a devil! Sir, I suspected you long
ago to be something like what I have found you now. I have taken my pre-
cautions especially against you. Behold, sir, our conference has not been
without witnesses!"
She stamped her foot as she spoke, and Bridget, the Irish girl, entered
from the inner apartment, conducting Col. Henderson, the lawyer! They
had been within earshot all the while, and had heard every syllable.
With a horrid imprecation, Bulkley darted out of the apartment, and
twenty minutes only were sufficient to enable him to leave the house, and
take stage for home.
"Curses upon her!" he exclaimed, as he passed out of the town,
among the hills and thickets; "she has played me, as the angler plays the
trout."