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What he had mistaken for a human thought was a degree of reason required for a monkey's mischievous trick! Philip fainted. M. Fanjat found the Countess sitting on his prostrate body.
M. Fanjat asked him. "I have hope, Monsieur le Baron. My poor niece was once in a far more pitiable state than at present." "Is it possible?" cried Philip. "She would not wear clothes," answered the doctor. The colonel shuddered, and his face grew pale. To the doctor's mind this pallor was an unhealthy symptom; he went over to him and felt his pulse.
Death had invested it with a radiant beauty, a transient aureole, the pledge, it may be, of a glorious life to come. "Yes, she is dead." "Oh, but that smile!" cried Philip; "only see that smile. Is it possible?" "She has grown cold already," answered M. Fanjat.
"Farewell, farewell; it is all over, farewell!" she called, crying bitterly. "Why, Genevieve, what is it?" asked M. Fanjat. Genevieve shook her head despairingly, raised her arm to heaven, looked at the carriage, uttered a long snarling sound, and with evident signs of profound terror, slunk in again. "'Tis a good omen," cried the colonel. "The girl is sorry to lose her companion.
"Do not follow her," said M. Fanjat, addressing the colonel. "You would arouse a feeling of aversion in her which might become insurmountable; I will help you to make her acquaintance and to tame her. Sit down on the bench. If you pay no heed whatever to her, poor child, it will not be long before you will see her come nearer by degrees to look at you."
He himself wore the grotesque and soiled clothes, accoutrements, and cap that he had worn on the 29th of November 1812. He had even allowed his hair and beard to grow, and neglected his appearance, that no detail might be lacking to recall the scene in all its horror. "I guessed what you meant to do," cried M. Fanjat, when he saw the colonel dismount.
Very likely she sees that Stephanie is about to recover her reason." "God grant it may be so!" answered M. Fanjat, who seemed to be affected by this incident. Since insanity had interested him, he had known several cases in which a spirit of prophecy and the gift of second sight had been accorded to a disordered brain two faculties which many travelers tell us are also found among savage tribes.
"I can guess your purpose," cried Monsieur Fanjat, when he saw the colonel getting out of the carriage. "If you want to succeed, do not let my niece see you in that equipage. To-night I will give her opium. During her sleep, we will dress her as she was at Studzianka, and place her in the carriage. I will follow you in another vehicle."
The peasant-woman gazed at Monsieur Fanjat and the colonel; then, like an animal which recognizes its master, she turned her head slowly to the countess, and continued to watch her, without giving any sign of surprise or intelligence.
One evening, under the quiet sky, in the midst of the silence and peace of the forest hermitage, M. Fanjat saw from a distance that the Baron was busy loading a pistol, and knew that the lover had given up all hope.
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