The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 18, April, 1859 by Various
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worm in the heart of an apple, and nothing but rottenness and corruption
follow." "Fortunately, you harbor none. You have turned your heart inside out, like a peddler's pack,--and a gratifying display it made! I am more than satisfied." "The tone you have adopted is a warning to me to stop. I wish to bandy no epithets, or reproaches. I came sorrowfully to tell you what I have told. I had no fault to impute to you. But I must confess that this morning you have shown yourself capable of thoughts and feelings I never suspected, and I shall leave you with a far lighter heart than I came." "You expected to see me at your feet, imploring your love and striving to melt you by tears,--did you? It would have been a pleasing triumph,--one that your sex prizes, I believe; but you have not been gratified. I know what is due to myself, and I do not stoop. But there may be ways to punish the betrayer of confidence," she said, with a heaving bosom and distended nostrils. "I have a brother; and even if he is forgetful, I shall not forget." "I am obliged to you for putting me on my guard. I wished to part otherwise. Be it so, since you will." He turned to leave the room. Swift as lightning, she ran to the front door and braced herself against it, at the same time calling loudly to her brother. Mr. Sandford came to the top of the stairs and listened with apparent apathy, while the maddened woman poured out her rage. He stood a moment like one in a dream, and then slowly came down. |
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