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When my toilette was ended, and I looked at myself with some complaisance, an icy shiver ran through me as I thought: "'Will Foedora walk or drive? Will it rain or shine? No matter, though, I said to myself; 'whichever it is, can one ever reckon with feminine caprice? She will have no money about her, and will want to give a dozen francs to some little Savoyard because his rags are picturesque.
These worthy people usually drive out in family parties in just such equipages, and I have a horrible fear of finding some of them under the seats." "Really, Foedora, I fail to understand you," returned the princess, angrily, while her niece sank in the seat beside her with a laugh. "You are absurdly severe toward M. de Riancourt what can you be thinking of?"
Women are all daughters of Eve. There is nothing dramatic about that rigmarole of yours." "Ah, but you were sleeping, slyboots." "No 'Death or Foedora! I have it!" "Wake up!" Raphael shouted, beating Emile with the piece of shagreen as if he meant to draw electric fluid out of it.
"Oh, I will not give you up to any other woman." "I am free, my beloved." "Free!" she repeated. "Free, and mine!" She slipped down upon her knees, clasped her hands, and looked at Raphael in an enthusiasm of devotion. "I am afraid I shall go mad. How handsome you are!" she went on, passing her fingers through her lover's fair hair. "How stupid your Countess Foedora is!
She was so enchanting as she lay like a child, with her arm above her head; but the sweetness of the fair, quiet visage, surrounded by the lace, only irritated me. I had not been prepared for the torture to which I was compelled to submit. "'Mon Dieu! that scrap of a thought which I understood not, but must even take as my sole light, had suddenly modified my opinion of Foedora.
You are not even a Hottentot; you are something between the Hottentot and the beast.... Good-bye till to-morrow. "He swung round on his heel and made off without waiting for my answer. It never occurred to him that a reasoning being could refuse an introduction to Foedora. How can the fascination of a name be explained?
Whether it was by dint of substituting polite formulas for genuine expressions of feeling, a commendable habit of mine, or because Foedora hailed in me a coming celebrity, an addition to her learned menagerie; for some reason I thought that I had pleased her.
Have no fear, I do not wish to penetrate it. "We spent about an hour in familiar talk. While I adopted the attitude and manner of a man to whom Foedora must refuse nothing, I showed her all a lover's deference. Acting in this way, I received a favor I was allowed to kiss her hand. She daintily drew off the glove, and my whole soul was dissolved and poured forth in that kiss.
I flung at her a glance full of hatred, and hurried away. "Foedora must be forgotten; I must cure myself of my infatuation, and betake myself once more to my lonely studies, or die. So I set myself tremendous tasks; I determined to complete my labors. For fifteen days I never left my garret, spending whole nights in pallid thought.
I could scarcely reproach them; they stood before me like judges. "In the midst of this drama that I was enacting, and while my distracting disorder was at its height, two crises supervened; each brought me keen and abundant pangs. The first came a few days after I had flung myself, like Sardanapalus, on my pyre. I met Foedora under the peristyle of the Bouffons.
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