Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Nathaniel Hawthorne
“ But what chiefly, indeed almost solely, drew her attention, was the aspect of Aylmer himself.He was pale as death, anxious and absorbed, and hung over the furnace as if it depended upon his utmost watchfulness whether the liquid which it was distilling should be the draught of immortal happiness or misery. How different from the sanguine and joyous mien that he had assumed for Georgiana's encouragement!"Carefully now, Aminadab; carefully, thou human machine; carefully, thou man of clay," muttered Aylmer, more to himself than his assistant. ”
