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The Birthmark
Whilethusemployed,hefailednottogazeoftenatthefatalhand,andnotwithoutashudder.Yetonce,byastrangeandunaccountableimpulsehepresseditwithhislips.Hisspiritrecoiled,however,intheveryact,andGeorgiana,outofthemidstofherdeepsleep,moveduneasilyandmurmuredasifinremonstrance.AgainAylmerresumedhiswatch.Norwasitwithoutavail.Thecrimsonhand,whichatfirsthadbeenstronglyvisibleuponthemarblepalenessofGeorgiana’scheek,nowgrewmorefaintlyoutlined.Sheremainednotlesspalethanever;butthebirthmarkwitheverybreaththatcameandwent,lostsomewhatofitsformerdistinctness.Itspresencehadbeenawful;itsdeparturewasmoreawfulstill.Watchthestainoftherainbowfadingoutthesky,andyouwillknowhowthatmysterioussymbolpassedaway.
"ByHeaven!itiswell-nighgone!"saidAylmertohimself,inalmostirrepressibleecstasy."Icanscarcelytraceitnow.Success!success!Andnowitislikethefaintestrosecolor.Thelightestflushofbloodacrosshercheekwouldovercomeit.Butsheissopale!"
Hedrewasidethewindowcurtainandsufferedthelightofnaturaldaytofallintotheroomandrestuponhercheek.Atthesametimeheheardagross,hoarsechuckle,whichhehadlongknownashisservantAminadab’sexpressionofdelight.
"Ah,clod!ah,earthlymass!"criedAylmer,laughinginasortoffrenzy,"youhaveservedmewell!Matterandspirit—earthandheaven—havebothdonetheirpartinthis!Laugh,thingofthesenses!Youhaveearnedtherighttolaugh."
TheseexclamationsbrokeGeorgiana’ssleep.