The Beauties of Henry Kirke White, Consisting of Selections from His Poetry and Prose

The happy bride entered, together with her maid of honor-who carried her mistress’s, bouquet of lilies (ironic note! the flowers of purity) and her new, devoted spouse, who smiled at her tenderly and held her hand, but with an unseen grasp that made her tremble, so ardent and dominating was it! The chauffeur-Henry, to be sure-had his orders. The limousine swung away and drove off… An hour later, the bridal automobile pulled up before the lonely house where Marcia had met her downfall and again the two guards came to~ open the door and, this time, gently-at least comparatively!-escort the beautiful, white gowned bride to the door. Marie followed on the arm of Gregory. It was Joe who unlocked the front door of the house-the honeymoon house!-and swung wide the door, with a leering smile. And then, unexpectedly, Marcia, in her white gown, prostrated herself on the threshold, lying on her belly her arms folded beneath her head and Gregory with a smile lifted up the blond Marie in his arms and carried her across the thresh; old… and as he, passed with his lovely burden, who linked her soft, rounded white arms around her lover’s neck, he took care to spurn Marcia’s bottom… and shoulder… last, her once proud but now humbled neck with his heel! And when the guards had entered after Gregory and his mistress, then, Marcia rose and entered the house ...»