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In the long and intricately inwrought chain of circumstance which renders worthy of record some experiences of Cytherea Graye, Edward Springrove, and others, the first event directly influencing the issue was a Christmas visit.
In the above-mentioned year, 1835, Ambrose Graye, a young architect who had just begun the practice of his profession in the midland town of Hocbridge, to the north of Christminster, went to London to spend the Christmas holidays with a friend who lived in Bloomsbury. They had gone up to Cambridge in the same year, and, after graduating together, Huntway, the friend, had taken orders.
Graye was handsome, frank, and gentle. He had a quality of thought which, exercised on homeliness, was humour; on nature, picturesqueness; on abstractions, poetry. Being, as a rule, broadcast, it was all three.
Of the wickedness of the world he was too forgetful. To discover evil in a new friend is to most people only an additional experience: to him it was ever a surprise.
While in London he became acquainted with a retired officer in the Navy named Bradleigh, who, with his wife and their daughter, lived in a street not far from Russell Square. Though they were in no more than comfortable circumstances, the captain's wife came of an ancient family whose genealogical tree was interlaced with some of the most illustrious and well-known in the kingdom.
The young lady, their daughter, seemed to Graye by far the most beautiful and queenly being he had ever beheld. She was about nineteen or twenty, and her name was Cytherea. In truth she was not so very unlike country girls of that type of beauty, except in one respect. She was perfect in her manner and bearing, and they were not. A mere distinguishing peculiarity, by catching the eye, is often read as the pervading characteristic, and she appeared to him no less than perfection throughout-transcending her rural rivals in very nature. Graye did a thing the blissfulness of which was only eclipsed by its hazardousness. He loved her at first sight.
His introductions had led him into contact with Cytherea and her parents two or three times on the first week of his arrival in London, and accident and a lover's contrivance brought them together as frequently the week following. The parents liked young Graye, and having few friends (for their equals in blood were their superiors in position), he was received on very generous terms. His passion for Cytherea grew not only strong, but ineffably exalted: she, without positively encouraging him, tacitly assented to his schemes for being near her. Her father and mother seemed to have lost all confidence in nobility of birth, without money to give effect to its presence, and looked upon the budding consequence of the young people's reciprocal glances with placidity, if not actual favour.
Graye's whole impassioned dream terminated in a sad and unaccountable episode. After passing through three weeks of sweet experience, he had arrived at the last stage-a kind of moral Gaza-before plunging into an emotional desert. The second week in January had come round, and it was necessary for the young architect to leave town.
Throughout his acquaintanceship with the lady of his heart there had been this marked peculiarity in her love: she had delighted in his presence as a sweetheart should do, yet from first to last she had repressed all recognition of the true nature of the thread which drew them together, blinding herself to its meaning and only natural tendency, and appearing to dread his announcement of them. The present seemed enough for her without cumulative hope: usually, even if love is in itself an end, it must be regarded as a beginning to be enjoyed.
In spite of evasions as an obstacle, and in consequence of them as a spur, he would put the matter off no longer. It was evening. He took her into a little conservatory on the landing, and there among the evergreens, by the light of a few tiny lamps, infinitely enhancing the freshness and beauty of the leaves, he made the declaration of a love as fresh and beautiful as they.
'My love-my darling, be my wife!'
She seemed like one just awakened. 'Ah-we must part now!' she faltered, in a voice of anguish. 'I will write to you.' She loosened her hand and rushed away.
In a wild fever Graye went home and watched for the next morning. Who shall express his misery and wonder when a note containing these words was put into his hand?
'Good-bye; good-bye for ever. As recognized lovers something divides us eternally. Forgive me-I should have told you before; but your love was sweet! Never mention me.'
That very day, and as it seemed, to put an end to a painful condition of things, daughter and parents left London to pay off a promised visit to a relative in a western county. No message or letter of entreaty could wring from her any explanation. She begged him not to follow her, and the most bewildering point was that her father and mother appeared, from the tone of a letter Graye received from them, as vexed and sad as he at this sudden renunciation. One thing was plain: without admitting her reason as valid, they knew what that reason was, and did not intend to reveal it.
A week from that day Ambrose Graye left his friend Huntway's house and saw no more of the Love he mourned. From time to time his friend answered any inquiry Graye made by letter respecting her. But very poor food to a lover is intelligence of a mistress filtered through a friend. Huntway could tell nothing definitely. He said he believed there had been some prior flirtation between Cytherea and her cousin, an officer of the line, two or three years before Graye met her, which had suddenly been terminated by the cousin's departure for India, and the young lady's travelling on the Continent with her parents the whole of the ensuing summer, on account of delicate health. Eventually Huntway said that circumstances had rendered Graye's attachment more hopeless still. Cytherea's mother had unexpectedly inherited a large fortune and estates in the west of England by the rapid fall of some intervening lives. This had caused their removal from the small house in Bloomsbury, and, as it appeared, a renunciation of their old friends in that quarter.
Young Graye concluded that his Cytherea had forgotten him and his love. But he could not forget her.
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Chapter 2 FROM 1843 TO 1861
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Chapter 3 OCTOBER THE TWELFTH, 1863
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Chapter 4 OCTOBER THE NINETEENTH
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Chapter 5 THE NINTH OF JULY
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Chapter 6 JULY THE ELEVENTH
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Chapter 7 FROM THE TWELFTH TO THE FIFTEENTH OF JULY
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Chapter 8 SECOND TO THE TWENTY-SEVENTH OF JULY
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Chapter 9 TILL FOUR O'CLOCK
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Chapter 10 MORNING AND AFTERNOON
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Chapter 11 EVENING
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Chapter 12 ONE TO TWO O'CLOCK A.M.
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Chapter 13 M.
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Chapter 14 PAST SEVEN TO TEN O'CLOCK A.M.
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Chapter 15 AUGUST THE SEVENTEENTH
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Chapter 16 AUGUST THE TWENTIETH
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Chapter 17 FIFTH
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Chapter 18 SIXTH TO SEPTEMBER THE FIRST
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Chapter 19 FROM THE THIRD TO THE NINETEENTH OF SEPTEMBER
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Chapter 20 THREE TO FOUR P.M.
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Chapter 21 M. No.21
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Chapter 22 M. No.22
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Chapter 23 FIRST TO THE MIDDLE OF NOVEMBER
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Chapter 24 NOVEMBER THE EIGHTEENTH
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Chapter 25 DAYBREAK
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Chapter 26 M. No.26
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Chapter 27 NOVEMBER THE TWENTIETH
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Chapter 28 FIRST
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Chapter 29 EIGHTH. UNTIL TEN P.M.
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Chapter 30 PAST ELEVEN P.M.
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Chapter 31 PAST ELEVEN TO TWELVE P.M.
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Chapter 32 M. No.32
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Chapter 33 MIDNIGHT
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Chapter 34 PAST TWELVE TO ONE A.M.
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Chapter 35 NINTH
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Chapter 36 NINTH TO DECEMBER THE SECOND
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Chapter 37 AFTERNOON
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Chapter 38 DECEMBER THE THIRD
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Chapter 39 DECEMBER THE FOURTH
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Chapter 40 DECEMBER TO APRIL
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