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Updated: June 15, 2025
Suddenly, Jahel whispered in my ear, where her mouth was already placed: "I see M. d'Anquetil, who, from the top of the wall, looks eagerly towards us." "Can he see us in this shadow?" I asked. "He certainly sees my white petticoat," she said; "it's enough, I think, to tempt him to look for more."
I almost suspect, Tournebroche, you call my attention to yonder coach for the purpose of aiding and abetting that old sharper. Cannot a carriage be on the same road as ours without causing you anxiety?" Jahel whispered to me: "I predict, Jacques, that yonder carriage brings trouble for us. I have a presentiment of it, and my presentiments have never failed to come true."
As for the rest, it is not worth while to think of it, and I cannot understand, Jacques, how you can occupy your mind with it just now." "I think of it always." "For my part, I hardly think of it. You are the cause of three- fourths of your own unhappiness." "What do you mean by that, Jahel?"
It is irrevocably fixed; I take Jahel with me or I remain here. You and Tournebroche are at liberty to hire a post-chaise of your own. "The cruel boy knows but too well that we have not the means to do it. I tried to make him change his mind. I became pressing, unctuous, parental.
He tried to retain me with a gracefulness I was not prepared for, but soon willingly gave me leave to go where I wished. With Jahel the matter was more difficult, but, being naturally reasonable, she accepted the reasons I had for leaving her.
They struggled passionately for some small silver pieces M. d'Anquetil threw among them, fell to the ground, and rolled in the dust. "It's painful to look on these people," said Jahel with a sigh. "'That pity," said M. Coignard, "suits you like a jewel, Mademoiselle Jahel; your sighs ornament your bosom heaving under them like a breath each of us would like to respire from your lips.
Reproaching her for her perfidy and unfaithfulness, I gave vent to my grief in feeble or violent complaints. "Alas! Jahel!" I said, "the memory and the image of your tenderness, which made but lately my dearest delight, have become a cruel torture to me when I think that to-day you belong to another person, whereas formerly you were mine."
While the young nobleman was surprised to see his opponent turn up the king oftener than seemed possible by the laws of chance, Jahel, full of emotion, asked me in a whisper if I could not see behind us a carriage in one of the turnings of the road. Looking back to the place she indicated, I could actually see a kind of Gothic vehicle of a ridiculous and strange form.
The but too probable inconstancy of Jahel tore my heart to pieces, and I could have wished that my dear tutor had been more discreet with my rival. So I took the liberty to reproach him mildly for his disclosure of Jahel's name. "Sir," I said, "was it not somewhat imprudent to furnish such indications to a gentleman so luxurious and violent as M. d'Anquetil?"
And therefore, my dear boy, you ought not to be surprised that to deceive that old Mordecai was but child's play for Jahel, whose perverse spirit is made up of all the cuteness of our she-geldings and the perfidy of the Orient. I guess her to be as ardent in sensual pleasure, as greedy after gold and silver; altogether a worthy descendant of the race of Aholah and Aholibah.
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