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THE BIRTHMARK
In the latter part of the last century there lived a man of
science; an eminent proficient in every branch of natural
philosophy; who not long before our story opens had made
experience of a spiritual affinity more attractive than any
chemical one。 He had left his laboratory to the care of an
assistant; cleared his fine countenance from the furnace smoke;
washed the stain of acids from his fingers; and persuaded a
beautiful woman to become his wife。 In those days when the
comparatively recent discovery of electricity and other kindred
mysteries of Nature seemed to open paths into the region of
miracle; it was not unusual for the love of science to rival the
love of woman in its depth and absorbing energy。 The higher
intellect; the imagination; the spirit; and even the heart might
all find their congenial aliment in pursuits which; as some of
their ardent votaries believed; would ascend from one step of
powerful intelligence to another; until the philosopher should
lay his hand on the secret of creative force and perhaps make new
worlds for himself。 We know not whether Aylmer possessed this
degree of faith in man's ultimate control over Nature。 He had
devoted himself; however; too unreservedly to scientific studies
ever to be weaned from them by any second passion。 His love for
his young wife might prove the stronger of the two; but it could
only be by intertwining itself with his love of science; and
uniting the strength of the latter to his own。
Such a union accordingly took place; and was attended with truly
remarkable consequences and a deeply impressive moral。 One day;
very soon after their marriage; Aylmer sat gazing at his wife
with a trouble in his countenance that grew stronger until he
spoke。
〃Georgiana;〃 said he; 〃has it never occurred to you that the mark
upon your cheek might be removed?〃
〃No; indeed;〃 said she; smiling; but perceiving the seriousness
of his manner; she blushed deeply。 〃To tell you the truth it has
been so often called a charm that I was simple enough to imagine
it might be so。〃
〃Ah; upon another face perhaps it might;〃 replied her husband;
〃but never on yours。 No; dearest Georgiana; you came so nearly
perfect from the hand of Nature that this slightest possible
defect; which we hesitate whether to term a defect or a beauty;
shocks me; as being the visible mark of earthly imperfection。〃
〃Shocks you; my husband!〃 cried Georgiana; deeply hurt; at first
reddening with momentary anger; but then bursting into tears。
〃Then why did you take me from my mother's side? You cannot love
what shocks you!〃
To explain this conversation it must be mentioned that in the
centre of Georgiana's left cheek there was a singular mark;
deeply interwoven; as it were; with the texture and substance of
her face。 In the usual state of her complexiona healthy though
delicate bloomthe mark wore a tint of deeper crimson; which
imperfectly defined its shape amid the surrounding rosiness。 When
she blushed it gradually became more indistinct; and finally
vanished amid the triumphant rush of blood that bathed the whole
cheek with its brilliant glow。 But if any shifting motion caused
her to turn pale there was the mark again; a crimson stain upon
the snow; in what Aylmer sometimes deemed an almost fearful
distinctness。 Its shape bore not a little similarity to the human
hand; though of the smallest pygmy size。 Georgiana's lovers were
wont to say that some fairy at her birth hour had laid her tiny
hand upon the infant's cheek; and left this impress there in
token of the magic endowments that were to give her such sway
over all hearts。 Many a desperate swain would have risked life
for the privilege of pressing his lips to the mysterious hand。 It
must not be concealed; however; that the impression wrought by
this fairy sign manual varied exceedingly; according to the
difference of temperament in the beholders。 Some fastidious
personsbut they were exclusively of her own sexaffirmed that
the bloody hand; as they chose to call it; quite destroyed the
effect of Georgiana's beauty; and rendered her countenance even
hideous。 But it would be as reasonable to say that one of those
small blue stains which sometimes occur in the purest statuary
marble would convert the Eve of Powers to a monster。 Masculine
observers; if the birthmark did not heighten their admiration;
contented themselves with wishing it away; that the world might
possess one living specimen of ideal loveliness without the
semblance of a flaw。 After his marriage;for he thought little
or nothing of the matter before;Aylmer discovered that this was
the case with himself。
Had she been less beautiful;if Envy's self could have found
aught else to sneer at;he might have felt his affection
heightened by the prettiness of this mimic hand; now vaguely
portrayed; now lost; now stealing forth again and glimmering to
and fro with every pulse of emotion that throbbed within her
heart; but seeing her otherwise so perfect; he found this one
defect grow more and more intolerable with every moment of their
united lives。 It was the fatal flaw of humanity which Nature; in
one shape or another; stamps ineffaceably on all her productions;
either to imply that they are temporary and finite; or that their
perfection must be wrought by toil and pain。 The crimson hand
expressed the ineludible gripe in which mortality clutches the
highest and purest of earthly mould; degrading them into kindred
with the lowest; and even with the very brutes; like whom their
visible frames return to dust。 In this manner; selecting it as
the symbol of his wife's liability to sin; sorrow; decay; and
death; Aylmer's sombre imagination was not long in rendering the
birthmark a frightful object; causing him more trouble and horror
than ever Georgiana's beauty; whether of soul or sense; had given
him delight。
At all the seasons which should have been their happiest; he
invariably and without intending it; nay; in spite of a purpose
to the contrary; reverted to this one disastrous topic。 Trifling
as it at first appeared; it so connected itself with innumerable
trains of thought and modes of feeling that it became the central
point of all。 With the morning twilight Aylmer opened his eyes
upon his wife's face and recognized the symbol of imperfection;
and when they sat together at the evening hearth his eyes
wandered stealthily to her cheek; and beheld; flickering with the
blaze of the wood fire; the spectral hand that wrote mortality
where he would fain have worshipped。 Georgiana soon learned to
shudder at his gaze。 It needed but a glance with the peculiar
expression that his face often wore to change the roses of her
cheek into a deathlike paleness; amid which the crimson hand was
brought strongly out; like a bass…relief of ruby on the whitest
marble。
Late one night when the lights were growing dim; so as hardly to
betray the stain on the poor wife's cheek; she herself; for the
first time; voluntarily took up the subject。
〃Do you remember; my dear Aylmer;〃 said she; with a feeble
attempt at a smile; 〃have you any recollection of a dream last
night about this odious hand?〃
〃None! none whatever!〃 replied Aylmer; starting; but then he
added; in a dry; cold tone; affected for the sake of concealing
the real depth of his emotion; 〃I might well dream of it; for
before I fell asleep it had taken a pretty firm hold of my
fancy。〃
〃And you did dream of it?〃 continued Georgiana; hastily; for she
dreaded lest a gush of tears should interrupt what she had to
say。 〃A terrible dream! I wonder that you can forget it。 Is it
possible to forget this one expression?'It is in her heart now;
we must have it out!' Reflect; my husband; for by all means I
would have you recall that dream。〃
The mind is in a sad state when Sleep; the all…involving; cannot
confine her spectres within the dim region