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My aunt, with her claw like fingers, was trying to take the portrait from me, and I was mechanically hiding it and grasping it more firmly. "But, my dear boy  let go, you are spoiling it!" she exclaimed. "Don't you see you are smudging it? I am not scolding you, my dear.  I will show it to you as often as you like, but don't destroy it; let go, you are injuring it." MY AUNT WITH HER CLAW LIKE FINGERS WAS TRYING TO TAKE THE PORTRAIT FROM ME AND I WAS MECHANICALLY HIDING IT AND GRASPING IT MORE FIRMLY BUT MY DEAR BOY LET GO YOU'RE SPOILING IT SHE EXCLAIMED DON'T YOU SEE YOU'RE SMUTCHING IT I AM NOT SCOLDING YOU MY DEAR I WILL SHOW IT TO YOU AS OFTEN AS YOU LIKE BUT DON'T DESTROY IT LET GO YOU ARE INJURING IT
ee from the affectionate solicitude of my family, I found myself alone with my lady of the portrait. At last, to get nearer to her, I thought I would do away with the cold crystal. I trembled upon putting this into execution; but at last my love prevailed over the vague fear with which such a profanation filled me, and with skillful cunning I succeeded in pulling away the glass and exposing the ivory plate. As I pressed my lips to the painting I could scent the slight fragrance of the border of hair, I imagined to myself even more realistically that it was a living person whom I was grasping with my trembling hands. A feeling of faintness overpowered me, and I fell unconscious on the sofa, tightly holding the miniature. When I came to my senses I saw my father, my mother, and my aunt, all bending anxiously over me; I read their terror and alarm in their faces; my father was feeling my pulse, shaking his head, and murmuring: "His pulse is nothing but a flutter, you can scarcely feel it. Y CRIME AS SOON AS I WAS FREE FROM THE AFFECTIONATE SOLITUDE OF MY FAMILY I FOUND MYSELF ALONE WITH MY LADY OF THE PORTRAIT AT LAST TO GET NEARER TO HER I THOUGHT I WOULD DO AWAY WITH THE COLD CRYSTAL I TREMBLED UPON PUTTING THIS INTO EXECUTION BUT AT LAST MY LOVE PREVAILED OVER THE VAGUE FEAR WITH WHICH SUCH A PROFANATION FILLED ME AND WITH SKILFUL CUNNING I SUCCEEDED IN PULLING AWAY THE GLASS AND EXPOSING THE IVORY PLATE AS I PRESSED MY LIPS TO THE PAINTING I COULD SCENT THE SLIGHT FRAGRANCE OF THE BORDER OF HAIR I IMAGINED TO MYSELF EVEN MORE REALISTICALLY THAT IT WAS A LAVING PERSON WHOM I WAS GRASPING WITH MY TREMBLING HANDS A FEELING OF FAINTNESS OVERPOWERED ME AND I FELL UNCONSCIOUS ON THE SOFA TIGHTLY HOLDING THE MINIATURE WHEN I CAME TO MY SENSES I SAW MY FATHER MY MOTHER AND MY AUNT ALL BENDING ANXIOUSLY OVER ME I READ THEIR TERROR AND ALARM IN THEIR FACES MY FATHER WAS FEELING MY PULSE SHAKING HIS HEAD AND MURMURING HIS PULSE IS NOTHING BUT A FLUTTER YOU CAN SCARCELY FEEL IT
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