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"
Aminadab
!
Aminadab
!
"
shouted
Aylmer
,
stamping
violently
on
the
floor
.
Forthwith
there
issued
from
an
inner
apartment
a
man
of
low
stature
,
but
bulky
frame
,
with
shaggy
hair
hanging
about
his
visage
,
which
was
grimed
with
the
vapors
of
the
furnace
.
This
personage
had
been
Aylmer
’
s
underworker
during
his
whole
scientific
career
,
and
was
admirably
fitted
for
that
office
by
his
great
mechanical
readiness
,
and
the
skill
with
which
,
while
incapable
of
comprehending
a
single
principle
,
he
executed
all
the
details
of
his
master
’
s
experiments
.
With
his
vast
strength
,
his
shaggy
hair
,
his
smoky
aspect
,
and
the
indescribable
earthiness
that
incrusted
him
,
he
seemed
to
represent
man
’
s
physical
nature
;
while
Aylmer
’
s
slender
figure
,
and
pale
,
intellectual
face
,
were
no
less
apt
a
type
of
the
spiritual
element
.
"
Throw
open
the
door
of
the
boudoir
,
Aminadab
,
"
said
Aylmer
,
"
and
burn
a
pastil
.
"
"
Yes
,
master
,
"
answered
Aminadab
,
looking
intently
at
the
lifeless
form
of
Georgiana
;
and
then
he
muttered
to
himself
,
"
If
she
were
my
wife
,
I
’
d
never
part
with
that
birthmark
.
"
When
Georgiana
recovered
consciousness
she
found
herself
breathing
an
atmosphere
of
penetrating
fragrance
,
the
gentle
potency
of
which
had
recalled
her
from
her
deathlike
faintness
.
The
scene
around
her
looked
like
enchantment
.
Aylmer
had
converted
those
smoky
,
dingy
,
sombre
rooms
,
where
he
had
spent
his
brightest
years
in
recondite
pursuits
,
into
a
series
of
beautiful
apartments
not
unfit
to
be
the
secluded
abode
of
a
lovely
woman
.
The
walls
were
hung
with
gorgeous
curtains
,
which
imparted
the
combination
of
grandeur
and
grace
that
no
other
species
of
adornment
can
achieve
;
and
as
they
fell
from
the
ceiling
to
the
floor
,
their
rich
and
ponderous
folds
,
concealing
all
angles
and
straight
lines
,
appeared
to
shut
in
the
scene
from
infinite
space
.
For
aught
Georgiana
knew
,
it
might
be
a
pavilion
among
the
clouds
.
And
Aylmer
,
excluding
the
sunshine
,
which
would
have
interfered
with
his
chemical
processes
,
had
supplied
its
place
with
perfumed
lamps
,
emitting
flames
of
various
hue
,
but
all
uniting
in
a
soft
,
impurpled
radiance
.
He
now
knelt
by
his
wife
’
s
side
,
watching
her
earnestly
,
but
without
alarm
;
for
he
was
confident
in
his
science
,
and
felt
that
he
could
draw
a
magic
circle
round
her
within
which
no
evil
might
intrude
.
"
Where
am
I
?
Ah
,
I
remember
,
"
said
Georgiana
,
faintly
;
and
she
placed
her
hand
over
her
cheek
to
hide
the
terrible
mark
from
her
husband
’
s
eyes
.
"
Fear
not
,
dearest
!
"
exclaimed
he
.
"
Do
not
shrink
from
me
!
Believe
me
,
Georgiana
,
I
even
rejoice
in
this
single
imperfection
,
since
it
will
be
such
a
rapture
to
remove
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
spare
me
!
"
sadly
replied
his
wife
.
"
Pray
do
not
look
at
it
again
.
I
never
can
forget
that
convulsive
shudder
.
"
