![]() One evening we went upstairs, stood there for an hour, and leaning his forehead against the cool glass he saw nothing but the brown-dad figure of the girl cast by his imagination. One rainy evening when there was no sound in the house he felt the pressure of emotions so much on him that it seemed he was about to slip from his senses, and pressing his palms tightly together he murmured repeatedly : O love! O love! He also dreamed of her. He was so full with emotions for her that his eyes were often full of tears and at times a flood from his heart seemed to pour itself out into his bosom. He felt that his body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers playing upon the wires. Her name sprang to his lips in strange prayers and praises he could Her name was like a summons to all his foolish blood. He kept her brown figure always in front of him and when they came near the point at which their ways diverged, he quickened his pace and passed her.īesides seeing her, he adopted other means to keep her always in the focus of his attention. He ran to the hall, seized his books and followed her. When he came out his heart leaped up in joy. Every morning he lay on the floor in the front parlour watching her door through a small opening in the window. He devised clever tricks for the sake of seeing her. The swing of her dress, the movement of her body, the tossing of her slender hair, the white curve of her neck, and the sight of the border of her petticoat either roused his curiosity or gave him joy. Understanding little of his difficulty his aunt frequently detained him in the tea-table when she was engaged in long boring gossip with Mrs Mercer. From certain signs he could easily understand when his uncle returned home in a tipsy state. So he hid himself in the shadow as soon as he saw his uncle turning the corner and did not come out of it until he saw him safely housed. Though he could give vent to his anger before his aunt by clenching his fists, he was somewhat afraid of his uncle. This shows that he loved to raise himself to the position of a dauntless knight. ![]() All these appeared to him like a throng of foes and he imagined that he bore his chalice–his pure love for the girl safely through them. This made him come near crowded places where he had to face a number of unpleasant experiences like getting pushed by drunken men and bargaining women and hearing curses coming from labourers, shrill cries from shop boys and nasal chanting from street-singers. On Saturday evenings he had to accompany his aunt for the sake of carrying some of her parcels. Sometimes stables too gave out a foul smell making it hard for him to stay there. He passed by dark dripping gardens whose odorous ashpits offended his delicate taste. In the dark muddy lanes he was roughly treated by cottagers. His play took him to places he did not like at all. For this he had often to face unpleasant situations. The boy was very much sensitive and imaginative by nature. ![]()
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