twice-told tales- the birthmark-第5章

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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。

　　　〃The　concoction　of　the　draught　has　been　perfect；〃　said　he；　in

answer　to　Georgiana's　look。　〃Unless　all　my　science　have　deceived　me；

it　cannot　fail。〃

　　　〃Save　on　your　account；　my　dearest　Aylmer；〃　observed　his　wife；　〃I

might　wish　to　put　off　this　birthmark　of　mortality　by　relinquishing

mortality　itself；　in　preference　to　any　other　mode。　Life　is　but　a　sad

possession　to　those　who　have　attained　precisely　the　degree　of　moral

advancement　at　which　I　stand。　Were　I　weaker　and　blinder；　it　might　be

happiness。　Were　I　stronger；　it　might　be　endured　hopefully。　But；　being

what　I　find　myself；　methinks　I　am　of　all　mortals　the　most　fit　to　die。〃

　　　〃You　are　fit　for　heaven　without　tasting　death！〃　replied　her

husband。　〃But　why　do　we　speak　of　dying？　The　draught　cannot　fail。

Behold　its　effect　upon　this　plant！〃

　　　On　the　window…seat　there　stood　a　geranium；　diseased　with　yellow

blotches；　which　had　overspread　all　its　leaves。　Aylmer　poured　a　small

quantity　of　the　liquid　upon　the　soil　in　which　it　grew。　In　a　little

time；　when　the　roots　of　the　plant　had　taken　up　the　moisture；　the

unsightly　blotches　began　to　be　extinguished　in　a　living　verdure。

　　　〃There　needed　no　proof；〃　said　Georgiana；　quietly。　〃Give　me　the

goblet。　I　joyfully　stake　all　upon　your　word。〃

　　　〃Drink；　then；　thou　lofty　creature！〃　exclaimed　Aylmer；　with　fervid

admiration。　〃There　is　no　taint　of　imperfection　on　thy　spirit。　Thy

sensible　frame；　too；　shall　soon　be　all　perfect！〃

　　　She　quaffed　the　liquid；　and　returned　the　goblet　to　his　hand。

　　　〃It　is　grateful；〃　said　she；　with　a　placid　smile。　〃Methinks　it　is

like　water　from　a　heavenly　fountain；　for　it　contains　I　know　not　what

of　unobtrusive　fragrance　and　deliciousness。　It　allays　a　feverish

thirst；　that　had　parched　me　for　many　days。　Now；　dearest；　let　me　sleep。

My　earthly　senses　are　closing　over　my　spirit；　like　the　leaves　around

the　heart　of　a　rose；　at　sunset。〃

　　　She　spoke　the　last　words　with　a　gentle　reluctance；　as　if　it

required　almost　more　energy　than　she　could　command　to　pronounce　the

faint　and　lingering　syllables。　Scarcely　had　they　loitered　through

her　lips；　ere　she　was　lost　in　slumber。　Aylmer　sat　by　her　side；

watching　her　aspect　with　the　emotions　proper　to　a　man；　the　whole　value

of　whose　existence　was　involved　in　the　process　now　to　be　tested。

Mingled　with　this　mood；　however；　was　the　philosophic　investigation；

characteristic　of　the　man　of　science。　Not　the　minutest　symptom　escaped

him。　A　heightened　flush　of　the　cheek…　a　slight　irregularity　of　breath…

a　quiver　of　the　eyelid…　a　hardly　perceptible　tremor　through　the　frame…

such　were　the　details　which；　as　the　moments　passed；　he　wrote　down　in

his　folio　volume。　Intense　thought　had　set　its　stamp　upon　every

previous　page　of　that　volume；　but　the　thoughts　of　years　were　all

concentrated　upon　the　last。

　　　While　thus　employed；　he　failed　not　to　gaze　often　at　the　fatal　Hand；

and　not　without　a　shudder。　Yet　once；　by　a　strange　and　unaccountable

impulse；　he　pressed　it　with　his　lips。　His　spirit　recoiled；　however；　in

the　very　act；　and　Georgiana；　out　of　the　midst　of　her　deep　sleep；　moved

uneasily　and　murmured；　as　if　in　remonstrance。　Again；　Aylmer　resumed

his　watch。　Nor　was　it　without　avail。　The　Crimson　Hand；　which　at

first　had　been　strongly　visible　upon　the　marble　paleness　of

Georgiana's　cheek　now　grew　more　faintly　outlined。　She　remained　not

less　pale　than　ever；　but　the　birthmark；　with　every　breath　that　came

and　went；　lost　somewhat　of　its　former　distinctness。　Its　presence　had

been　awful；　its　departure　was　more　awful　still。　Watch　the　stain　of　the

rainbow　fading　out　of　the　sky；　and　you　will　know　how　that　mysterious

symbol　passed　away。

　　　〃By　Heaven；　it　is　well…nigh　gone！〃　said　Aylmer　to　himself；　in

almost　irrepressible　ecstasy。　〃I　can　scarcely　trace　it　now。　Success！

Success！　And　now　it　is　like　the　faintest　rose…color。　The　slightest

flush　of　blood　across　her　cheek　would　overcome　it。　But　she　is　so

pale！〃

　　　He　drew　aside　the　window…curtain；　and　suffered　the　light　of　natural

day　to　fall　into　the　room；　and　rest　upon　her　cheek。　At　the　same

time；　he　heard　a　gross；　hoarse　chuckle；　which　he　had　long　known　as　his

servant　Aminadab's　expression　of　delight。

　　　〃Ah；　clod！　Ah；　earthly　mass！〃　cried　Aylmer；　laughing　in　a　sort　of

frenzy。　〃You　have　served　me　well！　Master　and　Spirit…　Earth　and　Heaven…

have　both　done　their　part　in　this！　Laugh；　thing　of　the　senses！　You

have　earned　the　right　to　laugh。〃

　　　These　exclamations　broke　Georgiana's　sleep。　She　slowly　unclosed　her

eyes；　and　gazed　into　the　mirror；　which　her　husband　had　arranged　for

that　purpose。　A　faint　smile　flitted　over　her　lips；　when　she　recognized

how　barely　perceptible　was　now　that　Crimson　Hand；　which　had　once

blazed　forth　with　such　disastrous　brilliancy　as　to　scare　away　all

their　happiness。　But　then　her　eyes　sought　Aylmer's　face；　with　a

trouble　and　anxiety　that　he　could　by　no　means　account　for。

　　　〃My　poor　Aylmer！〃　murmured　she。

　　　〃Poor？　Nay；　richest！　Happiest！　Most　favored！〃　exclaimed　he。　〃My

peerless　bride；　it　is　successful！　You　are　perfect！〃

　　　〃My　poor　Aylmer！〃　she　repeated；　with　a　more　than　human

tenderness。　〃You　have　aimed　loftily！　you　have　done　nobly！　Do　not

repent；　that；　with　so　high　and　pure　a　feeling；　you　have　rejected　the

best　the　earth　could　offer。　Aylmer…　dearest　Aylmer；　I　am　dying！〃

　　　Alas；　it　was　too　true！　The　fatal　Hand　had　grappled　with　the　mystery

of　life；　and　was　the　bond　by　which　an　angelic　spirit　kept　itself　in

union　with　a　mortal　frame。　As　the　last　crimson　tint　of　the　birthmark…

that　sole　token　of　human　imperfection…　faded　from　her　cheek；　the

parting　breath　of　the　now　perfect　woman　passed　into　the　atmosphere；

and　her　soul；　lingering　a　moment　near　her　husband；　took　its　heavenward

flight。　Then　a　hoarse；　chuckling　laugh　was　heard　again！　Thus　ever　does

the　gross　Fatality　of　Earth　exult　in　its　invariable　triumph　over　the

immortal　essence；　which；　in　this　dim　sphere　of　half…development；

demands　the　completeness　of　a　higher　state。　Yet；　had　Aylmer　reached　a

profounder　wisdom；　he　need　not　thus　have　flung　away　the　happiness；

which　would　have　woven　his　mortal　life　of　the　self…same　texture　with

the　celestial。　The　momentary　circumstance　was　too　strong　for　him；　he

failed　to　look　beyond　the　shadowy　scope　of　Time；　and　living　once　for

all　in　Eternity；　to　find　the　perfect　Future　in　the　present。



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