The secret book
George Wemyss
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 11, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...in this exalted moment his soul itself had swept from its invisible hidingplace and hovered in his eyes and in the stern lines of suffering about his mouth. He wrote: "There is only one thing deeper than my unhappiness--my repentance. Words are useless, and the fact that what now separates us would be incomprehensible to the world only makes it harder. "You have told me you do not wish to see me again--ever. I accept your verdict, and shall never come unless you yourself call me, or have need of me. "Dear--I know that to you one rough touch, one thought or glance even, at variance with the high innocence of your spirit, is sacrilege. "I have offended, and yet through that very offence my love has broken beyond its blind earthliness. "Now at last I realise what it must have been to you to have a strange eye read, a strange mind ponder, your most secret thoughts. "This last ruthless act of mine is but a culmination of the whole. You, the perfect flower of my ideal, have been held and handled all these months in my rough grasp. I have pulled aside the petals that I might see the golden centre of your heart, instead of kneeling with averted eyes. "Dear, even now, I must tell you one thing, for fear that what I have done may give you wrong ideas of life. "Love is made up only of the attributes to which your spirit clings. There is no earthly blot upon it. It draws into itself all our human emotions, and rises inevitably until it reaches the very boundary of heaven. There it hangs like a star, safely in the midst of limitless space. "And I, with rough impatience, have tried to grasp this star and force it down into my possession. But now I realise that I must wait. "Perhaps, after a long time, my spirit will grow ...