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Updated: May 5, 2025
Ah, if you did listen to me, you'd spare yourself a good deal of trouble! 'I, too, have spoken to you about those abominations, affirmed the Brother. Abbe Mouret lightly shrugged his shoulders. 'Well, I didn't remember it, he said. It was only when I found myself at the Paradou that I fancied I recollected certain tales.
As soon as Brother Archangias, with rough violence, had dragged him out of the Paradou, Albine, who had fallen half fainting to the ground, with hands wildly stretched towards the love which was deserting her, rose up again, choking with sobs. And she fled, vanished into the midst of the trees, whose trunks she lashed with her streaming hair.
The tail-end of the stock its final degeneracy. Then, urging on his horse, he drove at a trot up the hill that led to the Paradou. Sunday was a busy day for Abbe Mouret. He had to think of vespers, which he generally said to empty seats, for even mother Brichet did not carry her piety so far as to go back to church in the afternoon.
Perhaps they had already willed that she should spring up next summer as a rose in the flower-garden, or a pale willow in the meadow-lands, or a tender birch in the forest. Yes, it was the great law of life; she was about to die. Then, for the last time, she resumed her walk through the Paradou in quest of death.
The Paradou belonged to a rich lord, who came and shut himself up in it with a very beautiful lady. The gates of the mansion were kept so tightly closed, and the garden walls were built so very high, that no one ever caught sight even of the lady's skirts. 'Ah! I know, Serge interrupted; 'the lady was never seen again.
And then he recalled Albine bounding out of the Paradou, and the door slamming upon the vision of an enchanted garden; he recalled the girl racing alongside the interminable wall, following the gig at a run, and throwing birch leaves to the breeze as kisses; he recalled her, again, in the twilight, laughing at the oaths of Brother Archangias, her skirts skimming over the path like a cloudlet of dust bowled along by the evening breeze.
Ah! how sweet death must be; how sweet to have an endless night before one, wherein to dream of the short days of life and to recall eternally its fugitive joys! She stayed her steps once more; but she no longer protested as she stood there amidst the deep stillness of the Paradou. She now believed that she understood everything.
They threw water over their faces too, and lingered there amidst the spray which rose up from the streaming springs. 'Look, cried Albine; 'look, there is the garden, and there are the meadows and the forest. For a moment they looked at the Paradou spread out beneath their feet. 'And you see, she added, 'there isn't the least sign of any wall.
At this she could no longer restrain her laughter; she stood in the midst of the deluge, crying 'More! more! amused as she was by the round bullet-like fruit which fell around her as she squatted there, with hands and mouth open, and eyes closed. It was a morning of childish play, of wild gambols in the Paradou.
Oh! the sweet apprenticeship, the charming observations, the delicious discoveries! That Paradou was a vast abode of felicity; and hell, in placing him there, had known full well that he would be defenceless. Never, in his first youth, had he known such enjoyment in growing.
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