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"Let me persuade you to calm, Meess; let me lead you to your chamber," said she, trying to speak softly. "No!" I said; "neither you nor another shall persuade or lead me." "Your bed shall be warmed. Goton is sitting up still. She shall make you comfortable: she shall give you a sedative." "Madame," I broke out, "you are a sensualist.
"Madame says it will make you sleep, chou-chou," said Goton, as she received back the emptied cup. Ah! the sedative had been administered. In fact, they had given me a strong opiate. I was to be held quiet for one night. The household came to bed, the night-light was lit, the dormitory hushed.
Trembling fearfully as consciousness returned ready to cry out on some fellow-creature to help me, only that I knew no fellow-creature was near enough to catch the wild summons Goton in her far distant attic could not hear I rose on my knees in bed. Some fearful hours went over me; indescribably was I torn, racked and oppressed in mind. Amidst the horrors of that dream I think the worst lay here.
I felt the whole charm of mystery, and repaid Miss Vulson in kind, when she least expected it, the use she made of me in concealing her amours. To my great mortification, this secret was soon discovered, and I presently lost my young schoolmistress. Miss Goton was, in fact, a singular personage.
Through the straw of the sabot one sees gossamer wings appearing on horrible heels. The miracle of the roses is performed for Goton. All fatalities combined have for result a flower. A vague Rambouillet Palace is superposed upon the forbidding silhouette of the Salpetriere. The leprous wall of evil, suddenly covered with blossoms, affords a pendant to the wreath of Juliet.
"I must send another to watch you, Meess: I must send Goton." "I forbid it. Let me alone. Keep your hand off me, and my life, and my troubles. Oh, Madame! in your hand there is both chill and poison. You envenom and you paralyze." "What have I done, Meess? You must not marry Paul. He cannot marry." "Dog in the manger!" I said: for I knew she secretly wanted him, and had always wanted him.
I felt the whole charm of mystery, and repaid Miss Vulson in kind, when she least expected it, the use she made of me in concealing her amours. To my great mortification, this secret was soon discovered, and I presently lost my young schoolmistress. Miss Goton was, in fact, a singular personage.
When all was still in the house; when dinner was over and the noisy recreation-hour past; when darkness had set in, and the quiet lamp of study was lit in the refectory; when the externes were gone home, the clashing door and clamorous bell hushed for the evening; when Madame was safely settled in the salle-a-manger in company with her mother and some friends; I then glided to the kitchen, begged a bougie for one half-hour for a particular occasion, found acceptance of my petition at the hands of my friend Goton, who answered, "Mais certainement, chou-chou, vous en aurez deux, si vous voulez;" and, light in hand, I mounted noiseless to the dormitory.
It is not that. Listen, my dear Similar, Esmenarda Pardon! you have so prodigiously Saracen a name that I never can get it straight. 'Tis a thicket which stops me short." "Good heavens!" said the poor girl, "and I thought my name pretty because of its singularity! But since it displeases you, I would that I were called Goton." "Ah! do not weep for such a trifle, my graceful maid!
I made myself gardener of some tintless flowers that grew between its closely-ranked shrubs; I cleared away the relics of past autumns, choking up a rustic seat at the far end. Borrowing of Goton, the cuisiniere, a pail of water and a scrubbing- brush, I made this seat clean. Madame saw me at work and smiled approbation: whether sincerely or not I don't know; but she seemed sincere.
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