It seemed to her as if the illusion she
had just created, were already dispelled by his language,
even as her own momentary interest in the fierce man had
also been destroyed from the same cause. She shuddered;
and sighing bitterly, suffered her tears to force themselves
through her closed lids upon her pallid cheek. This
change in her appearance seemed to act as a check on the
temporary excitement of Wacousta. Again obeying one of
these rapid transitions of feeling, for which he was
remarkable, he once more assumed an expression of
seriousness, and thus continued his narrative.
CHAPTER IX.
"It boots not now, Clara, to enter upon all that succeeded
to my first introduction to your mother. It would take
long to relate, not the gradations of our passion, for
that was like the whirlwind of the desert, sudden and
devastating from the first; but the burning vow, the
plighted faith, the reposing confidence, the unchecked
abandonment that flew from the lips, and filled the heart
of each, sealed, as they were, with kisses, long, deep,
enervating, even such as I had ever pictured that divine
pledge of human affection should be.
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