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.Please present my compliments to Mrs.Margovan and ask her to expect me.«With a shake of the hand and a pleasant parting word the man passed on.That he had mistaken me for my brother was plain enough.That was an error to which I was accustomed and which it was not my habit to rectify unless the matter seemed important.But how had I known that this man's name was Margovan? It certainly is not a name that one would apply to a man at random, with a probability that it would be right.In point of fact, the name was as strange to me as the man.The next morning I hastened to where my brother was employed and met him coming out of the office with a number of bills that he was to collect.I told him how I had ›committed‹ him and added that if he didn't care to keep the engagement I should be delighted to continue the impersonation.»That's queer,« he said thoughtfully.»Margovan is the only man in the office here whom I know well and like.When he came in this morning and we had passed the usual greetings some singular impulse prompted me to say: ›Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr.Margovan, but I neglected to ask your address.‹ I got the address, but what under the sun I was to do with it, I did not know until now.It's good of you to offer to take the consequence of your impudence, but I'll eat that dinner myself, if you please.«He ate a number of dinners at the same place – more than were good for him, I may add without disparaging their quality; for he fell in love with Miss Margovan, proposed marriage to her and was heartlessly accepted.Several weeks after I had been informed of the engagement, but before it had been convenient for me to make the acquaintance of the young woman and her family, I met one day on Kearney street a handsome but somewhat dissipated-looking man whom something prompted me to follow and watch, which I did without any scruple whatever.He turned up Geary street and followed it until he came to Union square.There he looked at his watch, then entered the square.He loitered about the paths for some time, evidently waiting for someone.Presently he was joined by a fashionably dressed and beautiful young woman and the two walked away up Stockton street, I following.I now felt the necessity of extreme caution, for although the girl was a stranger it seemed to me that she would recognize me at a glance.They made several turns from one street to another and finally, after both had taken a hasty look all about – which I narrowly evaded by stepping into a doorway – they entered a house of which I do not care to state the location.Its location was better than its character.I protest that my action in playing the spy upon these two strangers was without assignable motive.It was one of which I might or might not be ashamed, according to my estimate of the character of the person finding it out.As an essential part of a narrative educed by your question it is related here without hesitancy or shame.A week later John took me to the house of his prospective father-in-law, and in Miss Margovan, as you have already surmised, but to my profound astonishment, I recognized the heroine of that discreditable adventure.A gloriously beautiful heroine of a discreditable adventure I must in justice admit that she was; but that fact has only this importance: her beauty was such a surprise to me that it cast a doubt upon her identity with the young woman I had seen before; how could the marvelous fascination of her face have failed to strike me at that time? But no – there was no possibility of error; the difference was due to costume, light and general surroundings.John and I passed the evening at the house, enduring, with the fortitude of long experience, such delicate enough banter as our likeness naturally suggested.When the young lady and I were left alone for a few minutes I looked her squarely in the face and said with sudden gravity:»You, too, Miss Margovan, have a double: I saw her last Tuesday afternoon in Union square.«She trained her great gray eyes upon me for a moment, but her glance was a trifle less steady than my own and she withdrew it, fixing it on the tip of her shoe.»Was she very like me?« she asked, with an indifference which I thought a little overdone.»So like,« said I, »that I greatly admired her, and being unwilling to lose sight of her I confess that I followed her until – Miss Margovan, are you sure that you understand?«She was now pale, but entirely calm.She again raised her eyes to mine, with a look that did not falter.»What do you wish me to do?« she asked.»You need not fear to name your terms.I accept them.«It was plain, even in the brief time given me for reflection, that in dealing with this girl ordinary methods would not do, and ordinary exactions were needless.»Miss Margovan,« I said, doubtless with something of the compassion in my voice that I had in my heart, »it is impossible not to think you the victim of some horrible compulsion.Rather than impose new embarrassments upon you I would prefer to aid you to regain your freedom.«She shook her head, sadly and hopelessly, and I continued, with agitation:»Your beauty unnerves me.I am disarmed by your frankness and your distress.If you are free to act upon conscience you will, I believe, do what you conceive to be best; if you are not – well, Heaven help us all! You have nothing to fear from me but such opposition to this marriage as I can try to justify on – on other grounds.«These were not my exact words, but that was the sense of them, as nearly as my sudden and conflicting emotions permitted me to express it.I rose and left her without another look at her, met the others as they reentered the room and said, as calmly as I could: »I have been bidding Miss Margovan good evening; it is later than I thought.«John decided to go with me.In the street he asked if I had observed anything singular in Julia's manner.»I thought her ill,« I replied; »that is why I left.« Nothing more was said.The next evening I came late to my lodgings.The events of the previous evening had made me nervous and ill; I had tried to cure myself and attain to clear thinking by walking in the open air, but I was oppressed with a horrible presentiment of evil – a presentiment which I could not formulate.It was a chill, foggy night; my clothing and hair were damp and I shook with cold.In my dressing-gown and slippers before a blazing grate of coals I was even more uncomfortable.I no longer shivered but shuddered – there is a difference.The dread of some impending calamity was so strong and dispiriting that I tried to drive it away by inviting a real sorrow – tried to dispel the conception of a terrible future by substituting the memory of a painful past.I recalled the death of my parents and endeavored to fix my mind upon the last sad scenes at their bedsides and their graves [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]