![]() ![]() ![]() In quieter company, though, I had the habit of turning unaccountably loquacious and even rambling in my speech. My own nature while in society as it developed was markedly quiet and tranquil, to the degree that I was often asked at any given moment if I had only just then been stirred awake. There was something hushed about her voice, which often sounded to me like a lullaby. I never made outward professions of love to Hattie, but I devoted myself to her happiness in small ways while she entertained me with her talk. And each time we were told how long we'd known each other, I think the words were meant also to say, "and you shall know each other evermore, depend upon it."Īnd in spite of such pressure as might easily have pushed us apart, even at eleven years old I became like a little husband toward my playfellow. Hattie and I had been acquainted from our very infancies, as we were told often enough through the years. ![]() Hattie was the youngest and most affable of four sisters who were considered nearly the prettiest four sisters in Baltimore. The Blums were near neighbors of my family. And, of course, it was the day I saw him dead. Also, because it was meant to be the day of my engagement to Hattie Blum. I remember the day it began because I was impatient for an important letter to arrive. Matthew Pearl's novel toys with the mysteries surrounding Poe's death. ![]()
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