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Like the vines of the stony slopes, like the trees of the Paradou, like the human troop of Artauds, Mary suggested the blossoming, the begetting of life. Prayer came but slowly to his lips; fancies made his mind wander. He perceived things he had never seen before the gentle wave of her chestnut hair, the rounded swell of her rosy throat.

She ventured to question him further: "But was it not in Le Paradou that my cousin Serge and your great friend Albine fell in love with each other?" He had forgotten her presence. He went on talking, his gaze fixed on space, lost in recollections of the past. "Albine, my God!

'Haven't you been this way before, then? We are not three miles from Les Artaud. A splendid property it must have been, this Paradou. The park wall this side alone is quite a mile and a half long. But for over a hundred years it's all been running wild. 'There are some fine trees, observed the Abbe, as he looked up in astonishment at the luxuriant mass of foliage which jutted over.

They formed one sole, supremely lovely being. Albine's snowy skin was but the whiteness of Serge's browner skin. And slowly they passed along clothed with sunlight nay, they were themselves the sun worshipped by the low bending flowers. A tide of emotion now stirred the Paradou to its depths.

The Frenchman stayed not long, but it was plain he left behind him matter of much interest to his companions; they spoke together earnestly, their heads down, the woman of the wine-shop totally forgotten; and they were still so occupied when Paradou returned. This man's love was unsleeping.

And the scent of ripened germs wafted the intoxication of desire athwart the scanty leaves. 'Do you hear? Do you hear? faltered Albine in Serge's ear, when she had let him slip upon the grass at the foot of the tree. Serge was weeping. 'You see that the Paradou is not dead, she added. 'It is crying out to us to love each other. It still desires our union. Oh, do remember!

He says he is for the normal development of temperaments.... All the same, they are very interesting, both of them. I never come this way without paying them a visit. The gig was now emerging from the hollowed road. At this point the wall of the Paradou turned and wound along the crest of the hills as far as one could see.

There was no sign of anger in her now. She was simply weeping over their dying love. Serge lay dazed and stupefied. 'The garden is all dead. I feel so very cold, he murmured. But she took his head between her hands, and showed him the Paradou. 'Look at it! Ah! it is your eyes that are dead; your ears and your limbs and your whole body.

But do be quiet now, and let us finish the game. See, here's another king. But the Brother, holding up a card, went on growling: 'She must have come by some road that the devil alone knows for me to have missed her to-day. Every afternoon I go and keep guard up yonder by the Paradou.

Neither spoke; there was no blow nor threat of one; it was war reduced to its last element, the spiritual; and the huge wine-seller slowly lowered his weapon. Balmile was a noble, he a commoner; Balmile exulted in an honourable cause. Paradou already perhaps began to be ashamed of his violence.

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