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I　should　have　been　shielded　from　all　external　influence　by　the

absorbing　force　of　love。　　But；　alas！　this　was　not　to　be。　　My　fate

had　taken　another　direction。　　The　woman　had　arrived　whose　shadow

was　to　darken　the　rest　of　my　existence。　　That　woman　was　Agalma

Liebenstein。



〃How　is　it　that　the　head　which　we　can　only　see　surrounded　with　a

halo；　or　a　shadow；　when　the　splendors　of　achievement　or　the　infamy

of　shame　instruct　our　eyes；　is　by　the　uninstructed　eye　observed　as

wholly　vulgar？　　We　all　profess　to　be　physiognomists；　how　is　it　we

are　so　lamentably　mistaken　in　our　judgments？　　Here　was　a　woman　in

whom　my　ignorant　eyes　saw　nothing　at　all　remarkable　except　golden

hair　of　unusual　beauty。　　When　I　say　golden；　I　am　not　speaking

loosely。　　I　do　not　mean　red　or　flaxen　hair；　but　hair　actually

resembling　burnished　gold　more　than　anything　else。　　Its　ripples　on

her　brow　caught　the　light　like　a　coronet。　　This　was　her　one　beauty；

and　it　was　superb。　　For　the　rest；　her　features　were　characterless。

Her　figure　was　tall　and　full；　not　graceful；　but　sweepingly

imposing。　　At　first　I　noticed　nothing　about　her　except　the　braided

splendor　of　her　glorious　hair。〃



He　rose；　and　went　into　his　bedroom；　from　which　he　returned　with　a

small　trinket…box　in　his　hand。　　This　he　laid　open　on　the　table；

disclosing　a　long　strand　of　exquisite　fair　hair　lying　on　a　cushion

of　dark…blue　velvet。



〃Look　at　that；〃　he　said。　　〃Might　it　not　have　been　cut　from　an

angel's　head？〃



〃It　is　certainly　wonderful。〃



〃It　must　have　been　hair　like　this　which　crowned　the　infamous　head

of　Lucrezia　Borgia；〃　he　said；　bitterly。　　〃She；　too；　had　golden

hair；　but　hers　must　have　been　of　paler　tint；　like　her　nature。〃



He　resumed　his　seat；　and；　fixing　his　eyes　upon　the　lock；　continued：



〃She　was　one　of　Ottilie's　friendsdear　friends；　they　called　each

other；which　meant　that　they　kissed　each　other　profusely；　and　told

each　other　all　their　secrets；　or　as　much　as　the　lying　nature　of　the

sex　permitted　and　suggested。　　It　is；　of　course；　impossible　for　me

to　disentangle　my　present　knowledge　from　my　past　impressions　so　as

to　give　you　a　clear　description　of　what　I　then　thought　of　Agalma。

Enough　that；　as　a　matter　of　fact；　I　distinctly　remember　not　to　have

admired　her；　and　to　have　told　Ottilie　so；　and　when　Ottilie；　in

surprise　at　my　insensibility；　assured　me　that　men　were　in　general

wonderfully　charmed　with　her　（though；　for　her　part；　she　had　never

understood　why）；　I　answered；　and　answered　sincerely；　that　it　might

be　true　with　the　less　refined　order　of　men；　but　men　of　taste　would

certainly　be　rather　repelled　from　her。



〃This　opinion　of　mine；　or　some　report　of　it；　reached　Agalma。



〃It　may　have　been　the　proximate　cause　of　my　sorrows。　　Without　this

stimulus　to　her　vanity；　she　might　have　left　me　undisturbed。　　I

don't　know。　　All　I　know　is；　that　over　many　men　Agalma　exercised

great　influence；　and　that　over　me　she　exercised　the　spell　of

fascination。　　No　other　word　will　explain　her　influence；　for　it　was

not　based　on　excellences　such　as　the　mind　could　recognize　to　be

attractions；　it　was　based　on　a　mysterious　personal　power；　something

awful　in　its　mysteriousness；　as　all　demoniac　powers　are。　　One

source　of　her　influence　over　men　I　think　I　can　explain：　she　at　once

captivated　and　repelled　them。　　By　artful　appeals　to　their　vanity；

she　made　them　interested　in　her　and　in　her　opinion　of　them；　and　yet

kept　herself　inaccessible　by　a　pride　which　was　the　more　fascinating

because　it　always　seemed　about　to　give　way。　　Her　instinct　fastened

upon　the　weak　point　in　those　she　approached。　　This　made　her

seductive　to　men；　because　she　flattered　their　weak　points；　and

hateful　to　women；　because　she　flouted　and　disclosed　their　weak

points。



〃Her　influence　over　me　began　in　the　following　way。　　One　day；　at　a

picnic；　having　been　led　by　her　into　a　conversation　respecting　the

relative　inferiority　of　the　feminine　intellect；　I　was　forced　to

speak　rather　more　earnestly　than　usual；　when　suddenly　she　turned　to

me　and　exclaimed　in　a　lower　voice：



〃'I　am　willing　to　credit　anything　you　say；　only　pray　don't　continue

talking　to　me　so　earnestly。'



〃'Why　not？'　I　asked；　surprised。



〃She　looked　at　me　with　peculiar　significance；　but　remained　silent。



〃'May　I　ask　why　not？'　I　asked。



〃'Because；　if　you　do；　somebody　may　be　jealous。'　　There　was　a

laughing　defiance　in　her　eye　as　she　spoke。



〃'And　pray；　who　has　a　right　to　be　jealous　of　me？'



〃'Oh！　you　know　well　enough。'



〃It　was　true；　I　did　know；　and　she　knew　that　I　knew　it。　　To　my　shame

be　it　said　that　I　was　weak　enough　to　yield　to　an　equivocation　which

I　now　see　to　have　been　disloyal；　but　which　I　then　pretended　to　have

been　no　more　than　delicacy　to　Ottilie。　　As；　in　point　of　fact；　there

had　never　been　a　word　passed　between　us　respecting　our　mutual

feelings；　I　considered　myself　bound　in　honor　to　assume　that　there

was　nothing　tacitly　acknowledged。



〃Piqued　by　her　tone　and　look；　I　disavowed　the　existence　of　any

claims　upon　my　attention；　and　to　prove　the　sincerity　of　my　words；　I

persisted　in　addressing　my　attentions　to　her。　　Once　or　twice　I

fancied　I　caught　flying　glances；　in　which　some　of　the　company

criticised　my　conduct；　and　Ottilie　also　seemed　to　me　unusually

quiet。　　But　her　manner；　though　quiet；　was　untroubled　and　unchanged。

I　talked　less　to　her　than　usual；　partly　because　I　talked　so　much　to

Agalma；　and　partly　because　I　felt　that　Agalma's　eyes　were　on　us。

But　no　shadow　of　'temper'　or　reserve　darkened　our　interchange　of

speech。



〃On　our　way　back；　I　know　not　what　devil　prompted　me　to　ask　Agalma

whether　she　had　really　been　in　earnest　in　her　former　allusion　to

'somebody。'



〃'Yes；'　she　said；　'I　was　in　earnest　then。'



〃'And　now？'



〃'Now　I　have　doubts。　　I　may　have　been　misinformed。　　It's　no　concern

of　mine；　anyway；　but　I　had　been　given　to　understand。　　However；　I

admit　that　my　own　eyes　have　not　confirmed　what　my　ears　heard。'



〃This　speech　was　irritating　on　two　separate　grounds。　　It　implied

that　people　were　talking　freely　of　my　attachment；　which；　until　I

had　formally　acknowledged　it；　I　resented　as　an　impertinence；　and　it

implied　that；　from　personal　observation；　Agalma　doubted　Ottilie's

feelings　for　me。　　This　alarmed　my　quick…retreating　pride！　　I；　too；

began　to　doubt。　　Once　let　loose　on　that　field；　imagination　soon　saw

shapes　enough　to　confirm　any　doubt。　　Ottilie's　manner　certainly　had

seemed　less　tendernay；　somewhat　indifferentduring　the　last　few

days。　　Had　the　arrival　of　that　heavy　lout；　her　cousin；　anything　to

do　with　this　change？



〃Not　to　weary　you　by　recalling　all　the　unfolding　stages　of　this

miserable　story　with　the　minuteness　of　detail　which　my　own　memory

morbidly　lingers　on；　I　will　hurry　to　the　catastrophe。　　I　grew　more

and　more　doubtful　of　the　existence　in　Ottilie's　mind　of　any　feeling

stronger　than　friendship　for　me；　and　as　this　doubt　strengthened；

there　arose　the　flattering　suspicion　that　I　was　becoming　an　object

of　greater　interest　to　Agalma；　who　had　quite　changed　her　tone

towards　me；　and　had　become　serious　in　her　speech　and　manner。　　Weeks

passed。　　Ottilie　had　fallen　from　her　pedestal；　and　had　taken　her

place　among　agreeable　acquaintances。　　One　day　I　suddenly　learned

that　Ottilie　was　engaged　to　her　cousin。



〃You　will　not　wonder　that　Agalma；　who　before　this　had　exercised

great　fascination　over　me；　now　doubly　became　an　object　of　the　most

tender　interest。　　I　fell　madly　in　love。　　Hitherto　I　had　never　known

that　passion。　　My　feeling　for　Ottilie　I　saw　was　but　the

inarticulate　stammerings　of　the　mighty　voice　which　now　sounded

throught　the　depths　of　my　nature。　　The　phrase；　madly　in　love；　is　no

exaggeration；　madness　alone　knows　such　a　fever　of　the　brain；　such　a

tumult　of　the　heart。　　It　was　not　that　reason　was　overpowered；　on

the　contrary；　reason　was　intensely　active；　but　active　with　that

logic　of　flames　which　lights　up　the　vision　of　maniacs。



〃Although；　of　course；　my　passion　was　but　too　evident　to　every　one；

I　dreaded　its　premature　avowal；　lest　I　should　lose　her；　and　almost

equally　dreaded　delay；　lest　I　should　suffer　from　that　also。　　At

length　the　avowal　was　extorted　from　me　by　jealousy　of　a　brilliant

PoleKorinskiwho　had　recently　appeared　in　our　circle；　and　was

obviously　casting　me　in　the　shade　by　his　superior　advantages　of

novelty；　of　personal　attraction；　and　of　a　romantic　history。　　She

accepted　me；　and　now；　for　a　time；　I　was　the　happiest　of　mortals。

The　fever　of　the　last　few　weeks　was　abating；　it　gave　place　to　a

deep　tide　of　hopeful　joy。　　Could　I　have　died　then！　　Could　I　have

even　died　shortly　afterwards；　when　I　knew　the　delicious　mystery　of

a　jealousy　not　too　absorbing！　　For　you　must　know　that　my　happiness

was　brief。　　Jealousy；　to　which　all　passion　of　a　deep　and　exacting

power　is　inevitably　allied；　soon　began　to　disturb　my　content。

Agalma　had　no　tenderness。　　She　permitted　caresses；　never　returned

them。　　She　was　ready　enough　to　listen　to　all　my　plans　for　the

future；　so　long　as　the　recital　moved　amid　details　of　fortune　and

her　position　in　societythat　is；　so　long　as　her　vanity　was

interested；　but　I　began　to　observe　with　pain　that　her　thoughts

never　rested　on　tender　domesticities　and　poetic　anticipations。

This　vexed　me　more　and　more。　　The　very　spell　which　she　exercised

over　me　made　her　want　of　tenderness　more　intolerable。　　I　yearned

for　her　lovefor　some　sympathy　with　the　vehement　passion　which　was

burning　within　me；　and　she　was　as　marble。



〃You　will　not　be　surprised　to　hear　that　I　reproached　her　bitterly

for　her　indifference。　　That　is　the　invariable　and　fatal　folly　of

loversthey　seem　to　imagine　that　a　heart　can　be　scolded　into

tenderness！　　To　my　reproaches　she　at　first　answered　impatiently

that　they　were　unjust；　that　it　was　not　her　fault　if　her　nature　was

less　expansive　than　mine；　and　that　it　was　insulting　to　be　told　she

was　indifferent　to　the　man　whom　she　had　consented　to　marry。　　Later