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Updated: June 18, 2025


"Worse than misery?" said Jacques, astonished. "But it is you who have suffered," hastily resumed Cephyse, without answering her lover. "Just now, I was going to make an end of it your voice has recalled me for an instant but I feel something here," and he laid his hand upon his breast, "which never gives quarter. It is all the same now I have seen you I shall die happy."

"Oh, Jacques! don't talk so it is frightful," interrupted Cephyse; "I swear to you that I will return to my sister that I will work that I will have courage!" Thus saying, the Bacchanal Queen was very sincere; she fully intended to keep her word, for her heart was not yet completely corrupted. Misery and want had been with her, as with so many others, the cause and the excuse of her worst errors.

The grief of Cephyse was so heart-breaking, that Mother Bunch, always good and indulgent, wishing to console her, and raise her a little in her own estimation, said to her tenderly: "In supporting it bravely for a whole year, my good Cephyse, you have had more merit and courage than I should have in bearing with it my whole life." "Oh, sister! do not say that."

Then, smiling with that bitter irony, so frequent, we repeat, in the most gloomy moments, Cephyse added, "I say, sister, weather-boards at our doors and windows, to prevent the air from getting in what a luxury! we are as delicate as rich people." "At such a time, we may as well try to make ourselves a little comfortable," said Mother Bunch, trying to jest like the Bacchanal Queen.

Then she resumed: "Besides, dear sister, you also wish to finish with life." "It is true, Cephyse," answered the sempstress, who seemed very much depressed; "but alone one has only to answer for one's self and to die with you," added she, shuddering, "appears like being an accomplice in your death."

Light and agile, instead of losing precious time in making a long circuit, she sprang at once upon the table, passed nimbly through the array of plates and bottles, and with one spring was by the side of the sufferer. "Jacques!" she exclaimed, without yet remarking the lion-tamer, and throwing herself on the neck of her lover. "Jacques! it is I Cephyse!"

"Why, indeed, there is a great difference between that closet and the coach-and-four in which Cephyse came to fetch you the other day, with all the fine masks, that looked so gay particularly the fat man in the silver paper helmet, with the plume and the top boots. What a jolly fellow!" "Yes, Ninny Moulin. There is no one like him to dance the forbidden fruit.

And yet," added Cephyse, in a voice of emotion, "my heart almost breaks sometimes, to think that you will die like me." "How selfish!" said the hunchback, with a faint smile. "What reasons have I to love life? What void shall I leave behind me?" "But you are a martyr, sister," resumed Cephyse. "The priests talk of saints! Is there one of them so good as you?

Light and agile, instead of losing precious time in making a long circuit, she sprang at once upon the table, passed nimbly through the array of plates and bottles, and with one spring was by the side of the sufferer. "Jacques!" she exclaimed, without yet remarking the lion-tamer, and throwing herself on the neck of her lover. "Jacques! it is I Cephyse!"

In his present state, this agitation is death. Begone!" So saying, he seized Cephyse suddenly by the arm, just as Jacques, waking, as it were, from a painful dream, began to distinguish what was passing around him. "You! It is you!" cried the Bacchanal Queen, in amazement, as she recognized Morok, "who separated me from Jacques!"

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