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Scarcely
had
he
departed
when
Georgiana
felt
irresistibly
impelled
to
follow
him
.
She
had
forgotten
to
inform
Aylmer
of
a
symptom
which
for
two
or
three
hours
past
had
begun
to
excite
her
attention
.
It
was
a
sensation
in
the
fatal
birthmark
,
not
painful
,
but
which
induced
a
restlessness
throughout
her
system
.
Hastening
after
her
husband
,
she
intruded
for
the
first
time
into
the
laboratory
.
The
first
thing
that
struck
her
eye
was
the
furnace
,
that
hot
and
feverish
worker
,
with
the
intense
glow
of
its
fire
,
which
by
the
quantities
of
soot
clustered
above
it
seemed
to
have
been
burning
for
ages
.
There
was
a
distilling
apparatus
in
full
operation
.
Around
the
room
were
retorts
,
tubes
,
cylinders
,
crucibles
,
and
other
apparatus
of
chemical
research
.
An
electrical
machine
stood
ready
for
immediate
use
.
The
atmosphere
felt
oppressively
close
,
and
was
tainted
with
gaseous
odors
which
had
been
tormented
forth
by
the
processes
of
science
.
The
severe
and
homely
simplicity
of
the
apartment
,
with
its
naked
walls
and
brick
pavement
,
looked
strange
,
accustomed
as
Georgiana
had
become
to
the
fantastic
elegance
of
her
boudoir
.
But
what
chiefly
,
indeed
almost
solely
,
drew
her
attention
,
was
the
aspect
of
Aylmer
himself
.
He
was
pale
as
death
,
anxious
and
absorbed
,
and
hung
over
the
furnace
as
if
it
depended
upon
his
utmost
watchfulness
whether
the
liquid
which
it
was
distilling
should
be
the
draught
of
immortal
happiness
or
misery
.
How
different
from
the
sanguine
and
joyous
mien
that
he
had
assumed
for
Georgiana
’
s
encouragement
!
"
Carefully
now
,
Aminadab
;
carefully
,
thou
human
machine
;
carefully
,
thou
man
of
clay
!
"
muttered
Aylmer
,
more
to
himself
than
his
assistant
.
"
Now
,
if
there
be
a
thought
too
much
or
too
little
,
it
is
all
over
.
"
"
Ho
!
ho
!
"
mumbled
Aminadab
.
"
Look
,
master
!
look
!
"
Aylmer
raised
his
eyes
hastily
,
and
at
first
reddened
,
then
grew
paler
than
ever
,
on
beholding
Georgiana
.
He
rushed
towards
her
and
seized
her
arm
with
a
gripe
that
left
the
print
of
his
fingers
upon
it
.
"
Why
do
you
come
hither
?
Have
you
no
trust
in
your
husband
?
"
cried
he
,
impetuously
.
"
Would
you
throw
the
blight
of
that
fatal
birthmark
over
my
labors
?
It
is
not
well
done
.
Go
,
prying
woman
,
go
!
"
"
Nay
,
Aylmer
,
"
said
Georgiana
with
the
firmness
of
which
she
possessed
no
stinted
endowment
,
"
it
is
not
you
that
have
a
right
to
complain
.
You
mistrust
your
wife
;
you
have
concealed
the
anxiety
with
which
you
watch
the
development
of
this
experiment
.
Think
not
so
unworthily
of
me
,
my
husband
.
Tell
me
all
the
risk
we
run
,
and
fear
not
that
I
shall
shrink
;
for
my
share
in
it
is
far
less
than
your
own
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
Georgiana
!
"
said
Aylmer
,
impatiently
;
"
it
must
not
be
.
"
