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"'You are so delicate! rejoined Sarrasine, gazing in rapture at the charming creature's dainty features. "'Dissipation ruins my voice. "'Now that we are alone, cried the artist, 'and that you no longer have reason to fear the effervescence of my passion, tell me that you love me. "'Why? said she; 'for what good purpose? You think me pretty.
Sarrasine, disgusted beyond measure at finding himself unable to speak to her without witnesses, courteously seated himself beside her, and discoursed of music, extolling her prodigious talent; but his voice trembled with love and fear and hope. "'What do you fear? queried Vitagliani, the most celebrated singer in the troupe. 'Go on, you have no rival here to fear.
"For some days," I resumed after a pause, "Sarrasine had been so faithful in attendance in his box, and his glances expressed such passionate love, that his passion for La Zambinella's voice would have been the town-talk of Paris, if the episode had happened here; but in Italy, madame, every one goes to the theatre for his own enjoyment, with all his own passions, with a heartfelt interest which precludes all thought of espionage with opera-glasses.
Shutting himself into his workroom and seated before a little table covered with green cloth, under the light of a four-branched candlestick, dressed in his monkish frock, a white robe in which he felt at ease, with the cord tied slackly around his waist and his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, he turned out, in a dizzy orgy of production, The Physiology of Marriage, the short stories constituting the Scenes of Private Life, At the Sign of the Cat-and-Racket, The Ball at Sceaux, The Vendetta, A Double Family, Peace in the Household, Gobseck and Sarrasine, besides studies, criticisms and essays for newspapers and magazines.
"'And not love you! cried Sarrasine; 'but you are my life, my happiness, dear angel! "'If I should say a word, you would spurn me with horror. "'Coquette! nothing can frighten me. Tell me that you will cost me my whole future, that I shall die two months hence, that I shall be damned for having kissed you but once
'I consented to deceive you only to gratify my comrades, who wanted an opportunity to laugh. "'Laugh! echoed the sculptor, in a voice in which there was a ring of infernal ferocity. 'Laugh! laugh! You dared to make sport of a man's passion you? "'Oh, mercy! cried Zambinella. "'I ought to kill you! shouted Sarrasine, drawing his sword in an outburst of rage.
"'If you come hear me, she said, 'I shall be compelled to plunge this blade into your heart. Go! you would despise me. I have conceived too great a respect for your character to abandon myself to you thus. I do not choose to destroy the sentiment with which you honor me. "'Ah! said Sarrasine, 'to stimulate a passion is a poor way to extinguish it!
Vitagliani, who sat on his other side, filled his glass so often that, about three in the morning, Sarrasine, while not absolutely drunk, was powerless to resist his delirious passion. In a moment of frenzy he seized the woman and carried her to a sort of boudoir which opened from the salon, and toward which he had more than once turned his eyes. The Italian was armed with a dagger.
Zambinella, kidnaped by Sarrasine, soon found himself in a dark, bare studio. He sat, half dead, upon a chair, hardly daring to glance at a statue of a woman, in which he recognized his own features. He did not utter a word, but his teeth were chattering; he was paralyzed with fear. Sarrasine was striding up and down the studio. Suddenly he halted in front of Zambinella.
It was the first time he had exhibited that humorsome tyranny, which, at a later date, contributed no less to his celebrity than his talent and his vast fortune, which was said to be due to his beauty as much as to his voice. "'It's a woman, said Sarrasine, thinking that no one could overhear him. 'There's some secret intrigue beneath all this.
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