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"
I
submit
,
"
replied
she
calmly
.
"
And
,
Aylmer
,
I
shall
quaff
whatever
draught
you
bring
me
;
but
it
will
be
on
the
same
principle
that
would
induce
me
to
take
a
dose
of
poison
if
offered
by
your
hand
.
"
"
My
noble
wife
,
"
said
Aylmer
,
deeply
moved
,
"
I
knew
not
the
height
and
depth
of
your
nature
until
now
.
Nothing
shall
be
concealed
.
Know
,
then
,
that
this
crimson
hand
,
superficial
as
it
seems
,
has
clutched
its
grasp
into
your
being
with
a
strength
of
which
I
had
no
previous
conception
.
I
have
already
administered
agents
powerful
enough
to
do
aught
except
to
change
your
entire
physical
system
.
Only
one
thing
remains
to
be
tried
.
If
that
fail
us
we
are
ruined
.
"
"
Why
did
you
hesitate
to
tell
me
this
?
"
asked
she
.
"
Because
,
Georgiana
,
"
said
Aylmer
,
in
a
low
voice
,
"
there
is
danger
.
"
"
Danger
?
There
is
but
one
danger
—
that
this
horrible
stigma
shall
be
left
upon
my
cheek
!
"
cried
Georgiana
.
"
Remove
it
,
remove
it
,
whatever
be
the
cost
,
or
we
shall
both
go
mad
!
"
"
Heaven
knows
your
words
are
too
true
,
"
said
Aylmer
,
sadly
.
"
And
now
,
dearest
,
return
to
your
boudoir
.
In
a
little
while
all
will
be
tested
.
"
He
conducted
her
back
and
took
leave
of
her
with
a
solemn
tenderness
which
spoke
far
more
than
his
words
how
much
was
now
at
stake
.
After
his
departure
Georgiana
became
rapt
in
musings
.
She
considered
the
character
of
Aylmer
,
and
did
it
completer
justice
than
at
any
previous
moment
.
Her
heart
exulted
,
while
it
trembled
,
at
his
honorable
love
—
so
pure
and
lofty
that
it
would
accept
nothing
less
than
perfection
nor
miserably
make
itself
contented
with
an
earthlier
nature
than
he
had
dreamed
of
.
She
felt
how
much
more
precious
was
such
a
sentiment
than
that
meaner
kind
which
would
have
borne
with
the
imperfection
for
her
sake
,
and
have
been
guilty
of
treason
to
holy
love
by
degrading
its
perfect
idea
to
the
level
of
the
actual
;
and
with
her
whole
spirit
she
prayed
that
,
for
a
single
moment
,
she
might
satisfy
his
highest
and
deepest
conception
.
Longer
than
one
moment
she
well
knew
it
could
not
be
;
for
his
spirit
was
ever
on
the
march
,
ever
ascending
,
and
each
instant
required
something
that
was
beyond
the
scope
of
the
instant
before
.
The
sound
of
her
husband
’
s
footsteps
aroused
her
.
He
bore
a
crystal
goblet
containing
a
liquor
colorless
as
water
,
but
bright
enough
to
be
the
draught
of
immortality
.
Aylmer
was
pale
;
but
it
seemed
rather
the
consequence
of
a
highly
-
wrought
state
of
mind
and
tension
of
spirit
than
of
fear
or
doubt
.
