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Nought of all this wretched world will come to turn my soul from its adoration of Thee. He was gradually becoming more and more excited, and he stepped towards Albine with upraised hands. 'You said rightly. It is Death that is present here; Death that is before my eyes; Death that delivers and saves one from all rottenness. Hear me! I renounce, I deny life, I wholly refuse it, I spit upon it.
And when they had nothing but cool green leaves about them, when no glimpse of the sunlit expanse was afforded by any gap in the foliage, they looked at each other and smiled, with a feeling of vague uneasiness. 'How nice it is here! murmured Serge. Albine simply nodded her head. A choking sensation in her throat prevented her from speaking.
The morning had a rosy hue, the smile of a beautiful child, just opening its eyes on its snowy pillow. 'Where are you taking me? repeated Serge. But Albine only laughed and would not answer. Then, on reaching the stream which ran through the garden at the end of the flower-beds, she halted in great distress. The water was swollen with the late rains.
For a moment he buried his face within his hands, shuddering as though the beasts that he felt prowling around him might infect him with the hot breath of temptation. But his thoughts strayed on in spite of himself, and his blood throbbed wildly in his very heart. Though he held his clenched fists to his eyes, he still saw Albine, dazzling like a sun.
Albine said that the moon was surely following them. The night was balmy, warm too with stars. Far away a long murmur rose from the forest trees, and Serge listened, thinking: 'They are talking of us.
The Brother remained for a moment silent, clenching his fists and looking at Albine clinging round Serge's neck, with the disgust of a man who has espied some filth by the roadside. 'I suspected it, he mumbled between his teeth. 'It was virtually certain that they had hidden him here. Then he took a few steps, and cried out: 'I see you. It is an abomination.
There! said Desiree, quite delighted, as they stowed themselves away in the stable; 'keep quiet, and no one will know that we are here. There is some straw there for you to lie down upon. Albine seated herself on a truss of straw. 'And Serge? she asked, persisting in her one fixed idea. 'Listen! You can hear his voice.
Albine, weary of being unable to see more than three steps in front of her, was delighted when they at last found themselves free of this jungle, whose end they had long tried to discover.
Behind that veil, behind that softened phantasm of the mighty life without, he could hear the rise of spring. He even felt stifled at times when in spite of the curtains' barrier the rush of the earth's new blood came upon him too strongly. The following morning he was still asleep when Albine, to hasten his recovery, cried out to him: 'Serge! Serge! here's the sun!
All the representations of the Virgin, the Virgin with the royal mantle of cloth-of-gold, the Virgin crowned with stars, the Virgin visited by the Angel of the Annunciation, the peaceful Virgin poised between a lily and a distaff, all brought him some memory of Albine, her smiling eyes or her delicately curved mouth or her softly rounded cheeks.
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