is defeat.
The haste with which the young man had quitted the village was only a
proof that he felt his danger. He believed that, if he came into the
presence of Myrtle Hazard for the third time, he should be no longer
master of his feelings. Some explanation must take place between them,
and how was it possible that it should be without emotion? and in what do
all emotions shared by a young man with such a young girl as this tend to
find their last expression?
Clement determined to stun his sensibilities by work. He would give
himself no leisure to indulge in idle dreams of what might have been. His
plans were never so carefully finished, and his studies were never so
continuous as now. But the passion still wrought within him, and, if he
drove it from his waking thoughts, haunted his sleep until he could
endure it no longer, and must give it some manifestation. He had covered
up the bust of Liberty so closely, that not an outline betrayed itself
through the heavy folds of drapery in which it was wrapped. His thoughts
recurred to his unfinished marble, as offering the one mode in which he
could find a silent outlet to the feelings and thoughts which it was
torture to keep imprisoned in his soul. The cold stone would tell them,
but without passion; and having got the image which possessed him out of
himself into a lifeless form, it seemed as if he might be delivered from
a presence which, lovely as it was, stood between him and all that made
him seem honorable and worthy to himself.
He uncovered the bust which he had but half shaped, and struck the first
flake from the glittering marble. The toil, once begun, fascinated him
strangely, and after the day's work was done, and at every interval he
could snatch from his duties, he wrought at his secret task.
"Clement is graver than ever," the young men said at the office. "What's
the matter, do you suppose? Turned off by the girl they say he means to
marry by and by? How pale he looks too! Must have something worrying
him: he used to look as fresh as a clove pink."
The master with whom he studied saw that he was losing color, and looking
very much worn; and determined to find out, if he could, whether he was
not overworking himself. He soon discovered that his light was seen
burning late into the night, that he was neglecting his natural rest, and
always busy with some unknown task, not called for in his routine of duty
or legitimate study.
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