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Updated: June 10, 2025


Baleinier, M. Hardy soon recovered from the hurts he had received when he threw himself into the embers of his burning factory.

With a steady step Rodin advanced to the desk on which Dr. Baleinier daily wrote his prescriptions. Seating himself before it, the Jesuit took pen and paper, and began to write in a firm hand. His calm, slow, and sure movements had in them something of the deliberateness remarked in somnambulists.

They soon understood it. Dr. Baleinier, having thus provided his four assistants, made them approach Rodin, whose bed had been rolled into the middle of the room. Two of them were placed on one side, two on the other. "Now, gentlemen," said Dr.

Adrienne," said M. Baleinier, in a voice full of the softest unction, "becalm it is all over now. You have in me a devoted friend." As he pronounced these last words, he blushed in spite of his diabolical craft.

Can this be one of the phenomena of somnambulism, in which the mind alone governs and sustains the body?" Suddenly the door opened, and Dr. Baleinier entered the room. At sight of Rodin, seated half-naked at the desk, with his feet upon the cold stones, the doctor exclaimed, in a tone of reproach and alarm: "But, my lord but, father it is murder to let the unhappy man do this!

The latter I had fully foreseen but, however painful may be the performance of certain duties, we must resign ourselves to it." M. Baleinier sighed, as he said this, with such a natural air of conviction, that for a moment Adrienne could not repress a movement of surprise; then, while her lip curled with a bitter laugh, she answered: "Oh, it's very clear, you have done all this for my good?"

"He is lost!" cried Dr. Baleinier. "But I will run to fetch the means for a last effort." And he rushed towards the door. The Princess de Saint-Dizier, Father d'Aigrigny, the bishop, and the cardinal followed in terror the flight of Dr. Baleinier. They all pressed to the door, which, in their consternation, they could not open.

"I must tell you, reverend father," answered the doctor, "that it is not half finished, and, if we leave off, the renewal will be more painful " Rodin made a sign that he did not care, and that he wanted to write. "Gentlemen, stop a moment," said Dr. Baleinier; "keep down your moxas, but do not blow the fire."

"I repeat, that, if you make any complaint, those two people are lost," answered the doctor, ambiguously. Startled by what was really dangerous in the doctor's threats, Adrienne asked: "Sir, if this magistrate questions me, do you think I will tell him a falsehood?" "You will answer what is true," said M. Baleinier, hastily, in the hope of still attaining his end.

Come, my dear M. Baleinier, do not reject his prayer. It is so sweet to justify the confidence we inspire." There was at once so much analogy, and such contradiction, between the object of this letter, written just before by Adrienne's most implacable enemy, and these words of commiseration which she spoke in a touching voice, that Dr. Baleinier himself could not help being struck with it.

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