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"
By
Heaven
!
it
is
well
-
nigh
gone
!
"
said
Aylmer
to
himself
,
in
almost
irrepressible
ecstasy
.
"
I
can
scarcely
trace
it
now
.
Success
!
success
!
And
now
it
is
like
the
faintest
rose
color
.
The
lightest
flush
of
blood
across
her
cheek
would
overcome
it
.
But
she
is
so
pale
!
"
He
drew
aside
the
window
curtain
and
suffered
the
light
of
natural
day
to
fall
into
the
room
and
rest
upon
her
cheek
.
At
the
same
time
he
heard
a
gross
,
hoarse
chuckle
,
which
he
had
long
known
as
his
servant
Aminadab
’
s
expression
of
delight
.
"
Ah
,
clod
!
ah
,
earthly
mass
!
"
cried
Aylmer
,
laughing
in
a
sort
of
frenzy
,
"
you
have
served
me
well
!
Matter
and
spirit
—
earth
and
heaven
—
have
both
done
their
part
in
this
!
Laugh
,
thing
of
the
senses
!
You
have
earned
the
right
to
laugh
.
"
These
exclamations
broke
Georgiana
’
s
sleep
.
She
slowly
unclosed
her
eyes
and
gazed
into
the
mirror
which
her
husband
had
arranged
for
that
purpose
.
A
faint
smile
flitted
over
her
lips
when
she
recognized
how
barely
perceptible
was
now
that
crimson
hand
which
had
once
blazed
forth
with
such
disastrous
brilliancy
as
to
scare
away
all
their
happiness
.
But
then
her
eyes
sought
Aylmer
’
s
face
with
a
trouble
and
anxiety
that
he
could
by
no
means
account
for
.
"
My
poor
Aylmer
!
"
murmured
she
.
"
Poor
?
Nay
,
richest
,
happiest
,
most
favored
!
"
exclaimed
he
.
"
My
peerless
bride
,
it
is
successful
!
You
are
perfect
!
"
"
My
poor
Aylmer
,
"
she
repeated
,
with
a
more
than
human
tenderness
,
"
you
have
aimed
loftily
;
you
have
done
nobly
.
Do
not
repent
that
with
so
high
and
pure
a
feeling
,
you
have
rejected
the
best
the
earth
could
offer
.
Aylmer
,
dearest
Aylmer
,
I
am
dying
!
"
Alas
!
it
was
too
true
!
The
fatal
hand
had
grappled
with
the
mystery
of
life
,
and
was
the
bond
by
which
an
angelic
spirit
kept
itself
in
union
with
a
mortal
frame
.
As
the
last
crimson
tint
of
the
birthmark
—
that
sole
token
of
human
imperfection
—
faded
from
her
cheek
,
the
parting
breath
of
the
now
perfect
woman
passed
into
the
atmosphere
,
and
her
soul
,
lingering
a
moment
near
her
husband
,
took
its
heavenward
flight
.
Then
a
hoarse
,
chuckling
laugh
was
heard
again
!
Thus
ever
does
the
gross
fatality
of
earth
exult
in
its
invariable
triumph
over
the
immortal
essence
which
,
in
this
dim
sphere
of
half
development
,
demands
the
completeness
of
a
higher
state
.
Yet
,
had
Alymer
reached
a
profounder
wisdom
,
he
need
not
thus
have
flung
away
the
happiness
which
would
have
woven
his
mortal
life
of
the
selfsame
texture
with
the
celestial
The
momentary
circumstance
was
too
strong
for
him
;
he
failed
to
look
beyond
the
shadowy
scope
of
time
,
and
,
living
once
for
all
in
eternity
,
to
find
the
perfect
future
in
the
present
.
