"
"If there be the remotest possibility of it," continued
Georgiana, "let the attempt be made, at whatever risk. Danger is
nothing to me; for life- while this hateful mark makes me the object
of your horror and disgust- life is a burthen which I would fling down
with joy. Either remove this dreadful Hand, or take my wretched
life! You have deep science! All the world bears witness of it. You
have achieved great wonders! Cannot you remove this little, little
mark, which I cover with the tips of two small fingers! Is this beyond
your power, for the sake of your own peace, and to save your poor wife
from madness?"
"Noblest- dearest- tenderest wife!" cried Aylmer, rapturously.
"Doubt not my power. I have already given this matter the deepest
thought- thought which might almost have enlightened me to create a
being less perfect than yourself. Georgiana, you have led me deeper
than ever into the heart of science. I feel myself fully competent
to render this dear cheek as faultless as its fellow; and then, most
beloved, what will be my triumph, when I shall have corrected what
Nature left imperfect, in her fairest work! Even Pygmalion, when his
sculptured woman assumed life, felt not greater ecstasy than mine will
be."
"It is resolved, then," said Georgiana, faintly smiling- "And,
Aylmer, spare me not, though you should find the birthmark take refuge
in my heart at last.
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