The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 49, November, 1861 by Various
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means, the painful training, the hard mathematical preparation, the
brain-sickness and heart-sickness of these years of solitude were quietly ignored. But it was round Haguna that he plied the most subtle enchantments,--to her he exhibited the most glittering decoys of Knowledge. She was completely fascinated. Her cheeks grew pale, her large dark eyes deeper and darker, with intense interest. She hung upon every word that fell from the philosopher's lips, pored over the elegant trifles the scholar had collected for the wondering ignorant, and stood abashed before the studied unconsciousness of power,--the power of vast learning, that she felt for the first time. When the guests were departing, she was still reluctant to go,--she timidly followed the watchful philosopher to the mighty telescope that had brought down stars for their playthings that evening. "My ignorance and weakness overwhelm me," she exclaimed; "would that I could spend my life in this awful library!" The philosopher repressed his exultation at this confession, and replied,-- "Nothing is easier, Madam, than the gratification of your laudable desire. I am in the habit of receiving pupils, and should be most happy to admit you to my class." An eager light leaped into her lovely face as she earnestly thanked him for his condescension, and engaged to begin the lessons on the very next day. So, when the guests had all gone, and the scared quiet ventured to brood again over its ancient nestling-place, the wily philosopher |
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