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Then while Carhaix was pouring the cognac, Des Hermies said in a low voice, "I did not want to speak before her, because these matters distress and frighten her, but I received a singular visit this morning from Gévingey, who is running over to Lyons to see Dr. Johannès. He claims to have been bewitched by Canon Docre, who, it seems, is making a flying visit to Paris.
Thanks for your kindness in telling me I know I am abusing your good nature but one more question. Do you know of any way whereby I may see Canon Docre in person?" "He is at Nîmes." "Pardon me. For the moment, he is in Paris." "Ah, you know that! Well, if I knew of a way, I would not tell you, be sure. It would not be good for you to get to seeing too much of this priest."
Wasn't it also he who decreed that the torture must not be repeated twice in the same day, so as to give fear and pain a chance to calm down? Admit that the good Jesuit was not devoid of delicacy!" "Docre," Gévingey went on, not paying any attention to the words of Des Hermies, "is the only individual who has rediscovered the ancient secrets and who obtains results in practise.
"Curious, now, if it had demanded its little gifts, its little gloves " said Durtal, biting his lips. "And do you know what has become of the terrible Docre?" Des Hermies inquired. "No, thank God. They say he is in the south, somewhere around Nîmes, where he formerly resided." "But what does this abbé do?" inquired Durtal. "What does he do?
"If I have made your mouth water so as not to have a grouchy face in front of my eyes, I have succeeded remarkably." He kept still, wondering whether she was making fun of him or whether she really was ready to tell him what he wanted to know. "Listen," she said. "I hold firmly by my decision of the other night. I will not permit you to become acquainted with Canon Docre.
M. Huysman is exhaustive in fiction and reticent in essay-writing, yet he gives us to understand explicitly that the infamous Canon Docre of La Bas is actually living in Belgium, that he is the leader of a "demoniac clan," and, like the Count de St Germain, is in frequent terror of the possibilities of the life to come.
Then Docre rose, and erect, with arms outstretched, vociferated in a ringing voice of hate: "And thou, thou whom, in my quality of priest, I force, whether thou wilt or no, to descend into this host, to incarnate thyself in this bread, Jesus, Artisan of Hoaxes, Bandit of Homage, Robber of Affection, hear!
"Oh!" exclaimed Carhaix. "Take care. The mere name of that man brings disaster." "Bah! Canon Docre to utter his ineffable name can do nothing to us. I confess I cannot understand why he should inspire any terror. But never mind. I should like for Durtal, before we hunt up the canon, to see your friend Gévingey, who seems to be best and most intimately acquainted with him.
If you wish ampler information about him," said Gévingey, addressing Des Hermies, "question your friend Chantelouve." "Chantelouve!" cried Durtal. "Yes, he and his wife used to be quite intimate with Canon Docre, but I hope for their sakes that they have long since ceased to have dealings with the monster." Durtal listened no more. Mme. Chantelouve knew Canon Docre! Ah, was she Satanic, too?
Another, sprawling on her back, undid her skirts, drew forth a rag, enormous, meteorized; then her face twisted into a horrible grimace, and her tongue, which she could not control, stuck out, bitten at the edges, harrowed by red teeth, from a bloody mouth. Suddenly Durtal rose, and now he heard and saw Docre distinctly.
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