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Then Father Caboccini, drawing a paper from his pocket, kissed it respectfully, glanced sternly at Rodin, and read as follows, in a severe and menacing tone: "'On receipt of the present rescript, the Reverend Father Rodin will deliver up all his powers to the Reverend Father Caboccini, who is alone commissioned, with the Reverend Father d'Aigrigny, to receive the inheritance of the Rennepont family, if, in His eternal justice, the Lord should restore this property, of which our Company has been wronged.
At last, little Father Caboccini, being quite out of breath, was obliged to relinquish his hold on Rodin's neck, who, readjusting his dirty collar, and his old cravat and waistcoat, somewhat in disorder in consequence of this hurricane of caresses, said in a gruff tone, "Your humble servant, father, but you need not kiss quite so hard."
So saying, Caboccini was about to suit the action to the word, and to prostrate himself before Rodin, had not the latter prevented this mode of adulation by seizing the Roman by the arm and exclaiming, "This is mere idolatry, father. Pass over my qualities, and tell me what is the object of your journey." "The object, my dear father, fills me with joy and happiness.
"Is prepared," answered Bathsheba, also in Hebrew. After pronouncing these words, completely unintelligible to Rodin and Caboccini, Samuel and Bathsheba exchanged a bitter smile, notwithstanding the despair impressed on their countenances. Ascending the steps, followed by the two reverend fathers, Samuel entered the vestibule of the house, in which a lamp was burning.
"And a good thing too," said Rodin. "Very good," said the Jew. Stopping in the midst of a corridor, he pointed with the hand in which he held the lamp to a large door from which streamed a faint light. In spite of his growing surprise. Rodin entered resolutely, followed by Father Caboccini and Samuel. The apartment in which these three personage, now found themselves was very large.
"This rescript of our very reverend and excellent General will inform you, my clear father." Caboccini drew from his pocket-book a folded paper, with three seals, which he kissed respectfully, and delivered to Rodin, who himself kissed it in his turn, and opened it with visible anxiety.
Father Caboccini himself does not know that. The fate of Rodin is in my hands. Oh! it will not be what he expects. But to-morrow " Father d'Aigrigny was suddenly disturbed in these agreeable reflections. He heard the door of the next room open, and, as he turned round to see who was coming, the door of the apartment in which he was turned upon its hinges.
Thanks to his unconquerable energy, and to the joy he felt at seeing himself so near the term of his labors, Rodin mastered this attack of weakness, and drawing himself up, calm and proud, he said to Caboccini: "It is nothing. I did not survive the cholera to die of joy on the first of June." And, though still frightfully pale, the countenance of the Jesuit shone with audacious confidence.
Father Caboccini looked at him with angry astonishment; when Rodin, growing still more imperious and haughty, and with an air of more sovereign disdain than ever, pushed aside the paper with the back of his dirty hand and said: "What is the date of that scribble?" "The eleventh of May," answered Father Caboccini in amazement.
Horror-struck at this dreadful agony, Samuel and Father Caboccini were unable to stir. "Help!" repeated Rodin, in a tone of strangulation, "This poison is horrible. But how " Then, with a terrific cry of rage, as if a sudden idea had struck him, he exclaimed: "Ha! Faringhea this morning the holy water he knows such subtle poisons. Yes it is he he had an interview with Malipieri. The demon!
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