Surrounded by a throng of
observers, I felt the whole force of love- I was passionate,
transported; in a tete-a-tete, I should have been constrained,
thoughtful, perhaps unhappy. If Miss Vulson was ill, I suffered with
her; would willingly have given up my own health to establish hers
(and, observe, I knew the want of it from experience); if absent,
she employed my thoughts, I felt the want of her; when present, her
caresses came with warmth and rapture to my heart, though my senses
were unaffected. The familiarities she bestowed on me I could not have
supported the idea of her granting to another; I loved her with a
brother's affection only, but experienced all the jealousy of a lover.
With Miss Goton this passion might have acquired a degree of fury; I
should have been a Turk, a tiger, had I once imagined she bestowed her
favors on any but myself. The pleasure I felt on approaching Miss
Vulson was sufficiently ardent, though unattended with uneasy
sensations; but at sight of Miss Goton, I felt myself bewildered-
every sense was absorbed in ecstasy. I believe it would have been
impossible to have remained long with her; I must have been suffocated
with the violence of my palpitations. I equally dreaded giving
either of them displeasure; with one I was more complaisant; with
the other, more submissive. I would not have offended Miss Vulson
for the world; but if Miss Goton had commanded me to throw myself into
the flames, I think I should have instantly obeyed her.
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