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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Yes, tell me," his mother said, hoarsely. Without lifting up his bowed head, or raising his voice, which was strangely sad and low, Rex told his story every word of it: how his heart had went out to the sweet-faced, golden-haired little creature whom he found fast asleep under the blossoming magnolia-tree in the morning sunshine; how he protected the shrinking, timid little creature from the cruel insults of Pluma Hurlhurst; how he persuaded her to marry him out in the starlight, and how they had agreed to meet on the morrow that morrow on which he found the cottage empty and his child-bride gone; of his search for her, and oh, cruelest and bitterest of all! where and with whom he found her; how he had left her lying among the clover, loving her too madly to curse her, yet praying Heaven to strike him dead then and there.
They decide to receive Golaud and his child-bride, although the marriage has prevented a union which, for political reasons, Arkël had arranged for his grandson. Again the scene changes. Mélisande and Geneviève are walking together in the gardens, and they are joined by Pelléas.
"You remember how you fell down senseless by her bedside when we told you the terrible news the young child-bride was dead?" She knew, by the quivering of his form, he heard her. "As they carried you from the room, master, I thought I saw a woman's form gliding stealthily on before, through the dark corridors.
For verily, m'amie, nothing in life has ever been so fair to me as those days when we stood hand in hand on its threshold, and talked, boy- bridegroom and child-bride as we were, of the morrow that lay beyond." "Ah, Richard, even in those days thy ambition sometimes vexed my woman's vanity, and showed me that I could never be all in all to so large a heart!" "Ambition!
He had married in haste a child-bride. There was no blinking the fact. She had the strenuous religious fibre, and with it real Bohemian blood. She was also at the yielding age, when a dominant influence could do much to divert or modify every natural trait. He could not doubt that he had this power over her then. How far, and to what purpose, should he exert it?
Rex was obliged to content himself with snatching a hasty kiss from the rosy lips. The next moment he was alone. He walked slowly back through the tangled brushwood not to Whitestone Hall, but to an adjoining hostelry feeling as though he were in a new world. True, it was hard to be separated from his little child-bride.
All the poetry of this most ancient of religions centres in the figure of its little Vestal, child-bride of ghosts, as she flutters, like some wonderful white-and-crimson butterfly, before the shrine of the Invisible.
In his own life with that lovely consumptive Child-bride dying by his side Edgar Allen Poe lived as "morally," as rigidly, as any Monk. The popular talk about his being a "Drug-Fiend" is ridiculous nonsense. He was a laborious artist, chiselling and refining his "artificial" poems, day in and day out. Where his "immorality" lies is much deeper.
To such the stepmother replied that of course the outcome of events had been a sore trial to the Squire, and all of them, but they were delighted at the happy arrangement that had been made. She glanced contentedly toward the child-bride. It was a revelation to the whole village that Marcia had grown up and was so handsome. Dismay filled the breasts of the village gossips. They had been defrauded.
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