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Therefore he answered: "Cephyse, being the stronger, has been the more shaken; it will not be prudent, I am told, to see her to-day." "I will wait then. I can repress my impatience, I have so much to say to you." "Dear, gentle Magdalen!" "Oh, my friend!" cried the girl, interrupting Agricola, with tears of joy: "I cannot tell you what I feel, when I hear you call me Magdalen.
"My dear child, I am no longer inclined to laugh," said Rodin, with so sorrowful an air, that Rose-Pompon, reproaching herself with her pleasantry, said to him: "But how comes it that you know Cephyse?" "Alas! I do not know her but a young fellow, that I like excessively " "Jacques Rennepont?" "Otherwise called Sleepinbuff. He is now in prison for debt," sighed Rodin. "I saw him yesterday."
"Do you know how to manage it?" asked the sewing-girl approaching. "Oh! it is very simple," answered Cephyse; "we have only to close the door and window, and light the charcoal." "Yes, sister; but I think I have heard that every opening must be well stopped, so as to admit no current of air." "You are right, and the door shuts so badly." "And look at the holes in the roof."
At the cry of Ninny Moulin, who had, though late, thrown himself upon Jacques to take away the knife, Cephyse raised her head: Jacques's woeful dejection wrung her heart; she rose, and fell upon his neck, notwithstanding his resistance, exclaiming in a voice broken by sobs, "Jacques, if you knew! if you only knew listen do not condemn me without hearing me I will tell you all, I swear to you without falsehood this man," and she pointed to Morok, "will not dare deny what I say; he came, and told me to have the courage to "
May she be happy oh, ever happy!" said Mother Bunch, clasping her hands with the ardor of a sincere invocation. "That is noble, sister such a wish in such a moment!" said Cephyse.
Carried away by the religious enthusiasm of her sister, whose countenance, transfigured, as it were, by the hope of an approaching deliverance, gleamed brightly in the reflected sunset, Cephyse took her hands, and, looking at her with deep emotion, exclaimed, "Oh, sister! how beautiful you look now!" "Then my beauty comes rather late in the day," said Mother Bunch, with a sad smile.
"To the last!" said the poor girl, after a moment's silence. "It is true you are right it will soon be the last! in a few moments, all will be finished. See how calmly we can talk of that which frightens so many others!" "Sister, we are calm because we are resolved." "Quite resolved, Cephyse," said the hunchback, casting once more a deep and penetrating glance upon her sister.
The conversation between Cephyse and her sister was here again interrupted by a terrible uproar, above which sounded the sharp, shrill noise of Ninny Moulin's rattle. To this tumult succeeded a chorus of barbarous cries, in the midst of which were distinguishable these words, which shook the very windows: "The Queen! the Bacchanal Queen!" Mother Bunch started at this sudden noise.
Are you comfortable so?" "Yes but I cannot see you." "That is better. It seems there is a moment very short, it is true in which one suffers a good deal. And," added Cephyse, in a voice of emotion, "it will be as well not to see each other suffer." "You are right, Cephyse."
Sister!" she added, as she threw her arms round her loved one's neck; "I am coming I am here!" At the same instant the sound of footsteps and voices was heard from the staircase. Cephyse had still presence of mind enough to distinguish the sound. Stretched beside the body of her sister, she raised her head hastily.
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