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Chapter 26

           Iassented,andinaminuteortwowasoutonthelakeinthemiddleoftheredglowofsunsetwhichturnedthesnow-summitstopointsofflame,andthewaterstothehueofrubywine.IthinkthemanwhorowedmesawthatIwasinnoverypleasanthumour,forhepreservedadiscreetsilence—andI,pullingmyhatpartlyovermyeyes,laybackinthestern,stillbusywithmywretchedmusings.Onlyamonthmarried!—andyet—asickeningsatietyhadtakentheplaceoftheso-called‘deathless’lover’spassion.Thereweremomentseven,whenmywife’smatchlessphysicalbeautyappearedhideoustome.Iknewherasshewas—andnoexteriorcharmcouldeveragaincoverformetherevoltingnaturewithin.Andwhatpuzzledmefromdawntoduskwasherpolished,specioushypocrisy—heramazingaptitudeforlies!Tolookather—tohearherspeak—onewouldhavedeemedheraverysaintofpurity—adelicatecreaturewhomacoarsewordwouldstartleandoffend—averyincarnationofthesweetestandmostgraciouswomanhood—allheartandfeelingandsympathy.Everyonethoughtthusofher—andneverwasthereagreatererror.Heartshehadnone;thatfactwasborneinuponmetwodaysafterourmarriagewhilewewereinParis,forthereatelegramreachedusannouncinghermother’sdeath.TheparalysedCountessofEltonhad,itappeared,expiredsuddenlyonourwedding-day,orratherourweddingnight—buttheEarlhaddeemeditbesttowaitforty-eighthoursbeforeinterruptingourhymenealhappinesswiththemelancholytidings.

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