Carter_Bloody

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Warning Concerning Copyright Restrictions The Copyright law of the United States (Title 17, United States Code) governs the making of photocopies or other reproductions of copyright material. Under certain conditions specified in the law, libraries and archives are authorized to furnish a photocopy or other reproduction. One of these specified conditions is that the photocopy or reproduction not be "used for any purposes other than private study, scholarship, or research." If a user makes a request for, or later uses, a photocopy or reproduction for purposes in excess of "fair use," that user may be liable for copyright infringement.
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~., TT"~ The Bloody Chamber I REMEMBER HOW, that night, I lay awake in the wagon-lit in a tender, delicious ecstasy of excitement, my burning cheek pressed against the impeccable linen ofthe pillow and the pound- ing of my heart mimicking that of the great pistons ceaselessly thrusting the train that bore me through the night, away from Paris. away from girlhood, away from the white. enclosed quie- tude of my mother's apartment, into the unguessable country of marriage. And I remember I tenderly imagined how, at this very moment, my mother would be moving slowly about the narrow bedroom I had left behind forever, folding up and putting away all my little relics, the tumbled garments I would not need anymore, the scores for which there had been no room in my trunks, the concert programs I'd abandoned; she would linger over this torn ribbon and that faded photograph with all the half-joyous, half-sorrowful emotions of a woman on her daughter's wedding 1
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day. An.d, in thf midst of my bridal triumph, I felt a pang of loss as If, when he put the gold band on my finger, I had, in some way, ceased to be her child in becoming his wife. Are you sure, lihe'd said when they delivered the gigantic box t~at held the wfdding dress he'd bought me, wrapped up in tissue paper anq red ribbon like a Christmas gift of crystallized fruit. Are you ~llre you love him? There was a dress for her too; black silk, with the dull, prismatic sheen of oil on water: finer than anything she'd worn since that adventurous girlhood in Indochina, daughter of a rich tea planter. My eagle-featured, indomitable mother; what other student at the Conservatoire could boast that her mother had outfaced a junkful of Chinese pirates, nursed a village through a visitation of the plague, shot a man-eating tiger with her own hand, and all before she was as old as I? "Are you sure you love him?" "I'm sure I want to marry him," I said. And would say no more. She sighed, as ifit was with reluctance that she might at last banish the specter of poverty from its habitual place at our meager table. For my mother herself had gladly, scandalously, defiantly beggared herself for love; and one fine day, her gallant soldier never returned from the wars leaving his wife and child a legacy oftears that never quite dried: a cigar box full of medals and the antique service revolver that my mother, grown magnificently eccentric in hardship, kept al-
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