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He counselled calm waiting for a certain number of hours. The baroness committed herself to a promise to wait. Now that Alvan had broken off from the baleful girl, the worst must have been passed, she thought. He had broken with the girl: she reviewed him under the light of that sole fact.
Her hungry inquiries in a city where Alvan was well known, brought her full information of one who enjoyed a highly convivial reputation besides the influence of his political leadership; but no description of his aspect accompanied it, for where he was nightly to be met somewhere about the city, none thought of describing him, and she did not push that question because she had sketched him for herself, and rather wished, the more she heard of his genius, to keep him repulsive.
Now a meanness that clothes itself in the Satanic to terrify cowards is the vilest form of impudence venturing at insolence; and an insolent impudence with Jew features, the Jew nose and lips, is past endurance repulsive. She dismissed her contemplation of Alvan. Luckily for the gentleman who had compared her to the Jew politician, she did not meet him again in Italy.
Her love of Alvan now was mixed with an alluring terror of him as an immediate death-dealer who stood against red-streaked heavens, more grandly satanic in his angry mightiness than she had ever realized that figure, and she, trembled and shuddered, fearing to meet him, yearning to be taken to him, to close her eyes on his breast in blindest happiness. She gave the very sob for the occasion.
She was on the professor's arm at one of the great winter balls of her conductor's brethren in the law, and he said: 'Alvan is here. She answered: 'No, he has not yet come. How could she tell that he was not present in the crowd? 'Has he come now? said the professor. 'No. And no Alvan was discernible. 'Now? 'Not yet. The professor stared about. She waited.
She looked half imploringly, biting her lip to correct the peeping wish. Alvan pressed a finger on one of her dimples: 'Be brave. Flight and defiance are our last resource. Now that I see you resolved I shun the scandal, and we will leave it to them to insist on it, if it must be. How can you be less than resolved after I have poured my influence into your veins?
Alvan thundered an 'Impossible! The child was recovering; Clotilde was running into danger: he argued with the senseless woman, opposing reason to the feminine sentiment of the maternal, and of course he was beaten. He was compelled to sit and gnaw his eloquence. Clotilde likened his appearance to a strangled roar.
Alvan and she shared ideas. They talked marvellously alike, so as to startle Count Kollin: and supposing he was not Alvan, it would be a bitter disappointment. The supposition that he was, threatened her with instant and life-long bondage. Then again, could that face be the face of a Jew? She feasted. It was a noble profile, an ivory skin, most lustrous eyes.
'May the sensation never quit you! 'It will not. 'What a night! Alvan raised his head: 'A night cast for our first meeting and betrothing! You are near home? 'The third house yonder in the moonlight. 'The moonlight lays a white hand on it! 'That is my window sparkling. 'That is the vestal's cresset. Shall I blow it out? 'You are too far. And it is a celestial flame, sir!
I am prepared to stake my reason on her running to me before I speak a word: and I will not beckon. I promise to fold my arms and simply look. 'Your task of two hours, then, will be accomplished, I compute, in about half a minute but it is on the assumption that she consents to see you alone, said the baroness. Alvan opened his eyes.
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