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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　of　her　sway；　but

suffers　them　to　break　forth；　affrighting　this　actual　life　with

secrets　that　perchance　belong　to　a　deeper　one。　Aylmer　now

remembered　his　dream。　He　had　fancied　himself　with　his　servant

Aminadab；　attempting　an　operation　for　the　removal　of　the

birthmark；　but　the　deeper　went　the　knife；　the　deeper　sank　the

hand；　until　at　length　its　tiny　grasp　appeared　to　have　caught　hold

of　Georgiana's　heart；　whence；　however；　her　husband　was　inexorably

resolved　to　cut　or　wrench　it　away。



When　the　dream　had　shaped　itself　perfectly　in　his　memory；　Aylmer

sat　in　his　wife's　presence　with　a　guilty　feeling。　Truth　often

finds　its　way　to　the　mind　close　muffled　in　robes　of　sleep；　and

then　speaks　with　uncompromising　directness　of　matters　in　regard

to　which　we　practise　an　unconscious　self…deception　during　our

waking　moments。　Until　now　he　had　not　been　aware　of　the

tyrannizing　influence　acquired　by　one　idea　over　his　mind；　and　of

the　lengths　which　he　might　find　in　his　heart　to　go　for　the　sake

of　giving　himself　peace。



〃Aylmer；〃　resumed　Georgiana；　solemnly；　〃I　know　not　what　may　be

the　cost　to　both　of　us　to　rid　me　of　this　fatal　birthmark。　Perhaps

its　removal　may　cause　cureless　deformity；　or　it　may　be　the　stain

goes　as　deep　as　life　itself。　Again：　do　we　know　that　there　is　a

possibility；　on　any　terms；　of　unclasping　the　firm　gripe　of　this

little　hand　which　was　laid　upon　me　before　I　came　into　the　world？〃



〃Dearest　Georgiana；　I　have　spent　much　thought　upon　the　subject；〃

hastily　interrupted　Aylmer。　〃I　am　convinced　of　the　perfect

practicability　of　its　removal。〃



〃If　there　be　the　remotest　possibility　of　it；〃　continued

Georgiana；　〃let　the　attempt　be　made　at　whatever　risk。　Danger　is

nothing　to　me；　for　life；　while　this　hateful　mark　makes　me　the

object　of　your　horror　and　disgust；life　is　a　burden　which　I

would　fling　down　with　joy。　Either　remove　this　dreadful　hand；　or

take　my　wretched　life！　You　have　deep　science。　All　the　world　bears

witness