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A week later, as the affair had made much stir, Lecacheur, on going into the Mairie to consult the school-master, was told that the shepherd Severin had been waiting for him for more than an hour, and he found him sitting on a chair in a corner, with his stick between his legs.
"It is entirely in your hands to shorten the hard period of my trial, to cease tormenting me " I pleaded. "Do you imagine that this compulsion isn't a torment for me, too," Wanda interjected. "Then end it," I exclaimed, embracing her, "be my wife." "Never, Severin," she said gently, but with great firmness. "What do you mean?" I was frightened in my innermost soul. "You are not the man for me."
Severin, the Count of Petilian, and such like: whereby they were to fear their losses, as well as to hope for gain: as it fell out afterwards at Vayla, where in one day they lost that, which with so much pains they had gotten in eight hundred years: for from these kind of armes grow slack and slow and weak gains; but sudden and wonderfull losses: And because I am now come with these examples into Italy, which now these many years, have been governd by mercenary armes, I will search deeper into them, to the end that their course and progress being better discoverd, they may be the better amended.
And I continued to smile at the woman I had once loved so insanely, at the fur-jacket that had once so entranced me, at the whip, and ended by smiling at myself and saying: The cure was cruel, but radical; but the main point is, I have been cured. "And the moral of the story?" I said to Severin when I put the manuscript down on the table.
When he saw the mayor, he got up, took off his cap, and said: "Good morning, Maître Cacheux;" and then he remained standing, timid and embarrassed. "What do you want?" the former said. "This is it, Monsieur. Is it true that somebody stole one of your rabbits last week?" "Yes, it is quite true, Severin." "Who stole the rabbit?" "Polyte Ancas, the laborer." "Right! right!
"Because slavery doesn't exist any longer." "Then we will go to a country where it still exists, to the Orient, to Turkey," I said eagerly. "You would Severin in all seriousness," Wanda replied. Her eyes burned. "Yes, in all seriousness, I want to be your slave," I continued.
It is an impression of the sort I have met with in the works of poets or on the stage, but I always thought it was a figment of the imagination. Oh, he is a man like a lion, strong and beautiful and yet gentle, not brutal like the men of our northern world. I am sorry for you, Severin, I am; but I must possess him. What am I saying? I must give myself to him, if he will have me."
He preferred warmer and smaller sanctuaries, in which there were still traces of the Middle Ages. Thus on idle days when he came out of the Louvre, where he had strayed for a long time before the canvases of the Early Painters, he was wont to take refuge in the old church of St. Severin, hidden away in a corner of the poorer part of Paris.
When Severin found he could get no more intoxicating beverage, he in his demoniacal rage, conceived the idea of despatching his whole family, and set about his purpose by first snatching the young babe and casting it into the fire! When the poor wife and mother came shrieking to the rescue of her darling infant, he with one furious blow, laid her a bleeding corpse at his feet!
Severin, or Notre Dame des Victoires, I am aware that it is sophisticated, but you must admit that it is even then superb.
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