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And suddenly, despite himself, there came back to him a memory of the Paradou, with its huge trees, its black shadows, its penetrating perfumes. 'There, you are quite red now, Desiree said to him as she joined him outside the wicket. 'Aren't you pleased to have seen everything? Do you hear the noise they are making?
Every plant and every creature was their friend. All the Paradou was one great caress. Before they had come thither, the sun had for a whole century reigned over it in lonely majesty.
At the end of the passage, below the dark staircase, was a door opening into the Paradou, and he could see the vast garden spreading there beneath the pale sunlight, with all its autumn melancholy, its sere and yellow foliage. The doctor hurried through the doorway and took a few steps over the damp grass. 'Ah! it is you, doctor! said Jeanbernat in a calm voice.
"And you?" he roared to his wife, giving her the same name in the feminine, and he aimed at her the deadly missile. She expected it, motionless, with radiant eyes. But before it sped, Paradou was met by another adversary, and the unconscious rivals stood confronted. It was hard to say at that moment which appeared the more formidable.
He took up his hat quite suddenly and set off for the Paradou in a state of mingled stupor and resignation, as though he were unwillingly performing some compulsory task which he saw no means of avoiding.
We ask of the poet the flowers of his imagination, and the further he carries us from the sordid realities, the limited possibilities of life, the more are we grateful to him. And M. Zola's Paradou is a flight of fancy, even as its mistress, the fair, loving, guileless Albine, whose smiles and whose tears alike go to our hearts, is the daughter of imagination.
Having drunk a last glassful of the weak wine, the Brother threw himself back in his chair to digest his meal. 'Well now, finally asked the old servant, 'what did you see at the Paradou? Tell us, at any rate. Abbe Mouret smiled and related in a few words how strangely Jeanbernat had received him.
Returning by the same road Clotilde stopped, and pointing to the vast, melancholy expanse of stubble fields, cultivated plains, and fallow land, said: "Master, was there not once there a large garden? Did you not tell me some story about it?" "Yes, yes; Le Paradou, an immense garden woods, meadows, orchards, parterres, fountains, and brooks that flowed into the Viorne.
He wished to drive the flies away, but they persistently returned, and clung around the purple lips of the Brother, who was quite unconscious of their presence. Then the Abbe strode over his big body and entered the Paradou. Albine was seated on a patch of grass a few paces away from the wall. She sprang up as she caught sight of Serge. 'Ah! you have come! she cried, trembling from head to foot.
The bell in the church-tower had begun to sway, and slowly through the quiet evening air the three chimes of the Angelus floated up to the Paradou. It was a soft and silvery summons. The bell now seemed to be alive. 'O God! cried Serge, falling on his knees, quite overcome by the emotion which the soft notes of the bell had excited in him.
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