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Moreover, he had already thought, in spite of the vehemence of his anger, that it was scarcely prudent to compromise himself with the law by killing this girl on the spur of the moment, before he had arranged the murder in such a manner as should insure his impunity. "My beloved," went on Paquita, "speak to me; do not leave me without one loving farewell!
"What's the matter?" "Murder!" returned Mole. "Hunston is here." "By Heaven! I thought it," ejaculated Jefferson. "He has carried off Emily and Paquita." "What?" "I interfered, but they were too many for me. See how they have used me." "Was he with the brigands?" demanded Harkaway. "I suppose so. A whole mob of ruffians." "Where are they gone?" "By the small gate."
It was a question of doing battle with some secret enemy who seemed as dangerous as he was cunning; and to carry off the victory, all the forces which Henri could dispose of would be useful. He was about to play in that eternal old comedy which will be always fresh, and the characters in which are an old man, a young girl, and a lover: Don Hijos, Paquita, De Marsay.
Paquita, on reaching the limits set to real love, did not, like Julie and Heloise, throw herself into the ideal; no, she rushed into the paths of vice, which is, no doubt, shockingly natural; but she did it without any touch of magnificence, for lack of means, as it would be difficult to find in Rouen men impassioned enough to place Paquita in a suitable setting of luxury and splendor.
A woman's hand pushed him on to a divan, and untied the handkerchief for him. Henri saw Paquita before him, but Paquita in all her womanly and voluptuous glory. The section of the boudoir in which Henri found himself described a circular line, softly gracious, which was faced opposite by the other perfectly square half, in the midst of which a chimney-piece shone of gold and white marble.
I would not keep in my heart the terror which you have just inspired in it.... Will you speak?" she said, stamping her foot with anger. De Marsay, for all reply, gave her a glance, which signified so plainly, "You must die!" that Paquita threw herself upon him. "Ah, well, you want to kill me!... If my death can give you any pleasure kill me!"
"We will shut her up for a day or two, your duenna." "So, we shall have Paquita!" said Laurent, rubbing his hands. "Rascal!" answered Henri, "I shall condemn you to the Concha, if you carry your impudence so far as to speak so of a woman before she has become mine.... Turn your thoughts to dressing me, I am going out." Henri remained for a moment plunged in joyous reflections.
The world was to lose Paquita. The drum began its formidable roll. Whirrr! I plunged, and saw the red star rushing towards me. I snatched it and soared upwards. The blue rope seemed to tremble. As I came near the platform at decreasing speed, it seemed to stretch like elastic. It broke! The platform jumped up suddenly over my head, but I caught at the silk ladder. I was saved!
Such wearisome days they proved to me, and so anxious was I getting about Paquita away in Montevideo, that I was more than once on the point of giving up waiting for the passport, which Don Florentino had promised to get for me, and boldly venture forth without even that fig-leaf into the open. Demetria's prudent counsels, however, prevailed, so that my departure was put off from day to day.
Her eyes took a fixed stare; she seemed to contemplate a threatening object far away. "I do not know," she said. "This girl is mad," said Henri to himself, falling into strange reflections. Paquita appeared to him occupied by something which was not himself, like a woman constrained equally by remorse and passion.
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