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The Castanier of old no longer existed the boy, the young Lothario, the soldier who had proved his courage, who had been tricked into a marriage and disillusioned, the cashier, the passionate lover who had committed a crime for Aquilina's sake. His inmost nature had suddenly asserted itself. His brain had expanded, his senses had developed.
Delightful music, from unseen players in the next room, drowned the excited tumult in a torrent of harmony the whole strange vision was complete. Raphael felt a caressing pressure on is own hand, a woman's white, youthful arms were stretched out to grasp him, and the hand was Aquilina's.
Then Aquilina's toilet was so comically out of keeping with her poor abode, that for both their sakes it was clearly incumbent on him to move. The change swallowed up almost all Castanier's savings, for he furnished his domestic paradise with all the prodigality that is lavished on a kept mistress.
You were one of Aquilina's admirers yourself does it follow that you are implicated too?" "Aquilina was cook in your house for a month. I am saying nothing about that! The night before that Saturday I was playing cards with you, and saw you, otherwise I should be after you too! It isn't the woman that matters, old chap! It is the mean, nasty, low spirit of jealousy that matters.
"I am going on a short journey; I shall not be away for very long. But come with me to the Gymnase; I shall start just before midnight, after I have had time to say good-bye to you." "Poor pet! so you are really going, are you?" she said. She put her arms round his neck, and drew down his head against her bodice. "You are smothering me!" cried Castanier, with his face buried in Aquilina's breast.
Then Aquilina's toilette was so comically out of keeping with her poor abode, that for both their sakes it was clearly incumbent on him to move. The change swallowed up almost all Castanier's savings, for he furnished his domestic paradise with all the prodigality that is lavished on a kept mistress.
"The master won't stay here for very long." Castanier watched the sergeant hide himself among Aquilina's gowns in her dressing-room. Almost immediately he himself appeared upon the scene, and took leave of his mistress, who made fun of him in "asides" to Jenny, while she uttered the sweetest and tenderest words in his ears. She wept with one side of her face, and laughed with the other.
"Even then," she said, "instead of mingling pleasures and troubles, my life will consist of two separate parts a youth of happiness is secure, and there may come a hazy, uncertain old age, during which I can suffer at my leisure." "She has never loved," came in the deep tones of Aquilina's voice. "She never went a hundred leagues to drink in one look and a denial with untold raptures.
"Come out, my boy," said the cashier; and, taking Leon by a button of his overcoat, he drew the officer into his room. The Piedmontese, haggard and desperate, had flung herself into her easy-chair. Castanier seated himself on a sofa by the fire, and left Aquilina's lover in a standing position. "You have been in the army," said Leon; "I am ready to give you satisfaction."
You were one of Aquilina's admirers yourself does it follow that you are implicated too?" "Aquilina was cook in your house for a month. I am saying nothing about that! The night before that Saturday I was playing cards with you, and saw you, otherwise I should be after you too! It isn't the woman that matters, old chap! It is the mean, nasty, low spirit of jealousy that matters.
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