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She looked at him and slowly extended her arm, pointing to Minna, who now sprang towards her, fair and glowing and lovely as the flowers she held in her hand. "Child!" said Seraphitus, advancing to meet her.
Minna's imagination seconded this illusion, under the dominion of which all persons would assuredly have fallen, an illusion which gave to Seraphitus the appearance of a vision dreamed of in happy sleep. No known type conveys an image of that form so majestically made to Minna, but which to the eyes of a man would have eclipsed in womanly grace the fairest of Raphael's creations.
"Never, never have I seen you so beautiful!" cried Minna, sitting down on a mossy rock and losing herself in contemplation of the being who had now guided her to a part of the peak hitherto supposed to be inaccessible. Never, in truth, had Seraphitus shone with so bright a radiance, the only word which can render the illumination of his face and the aspect of his whole person.
When they reached the paths of the Siegdahlen, where they could fearlessly follow a straight line to regain the ice of the fiord, Seraphitus stopped Minna. "You have nothing to say to me?" he asked. "I thought you would rather think alone," she answered respectfully. "Let us hasten, Minette; it is almost night," he said.
"The circumstances to which we of this canton owe the presence among us of Baron Seraphitus, the beloved cousin of Swedenborg, enabled me to know all the events of the extraordinary life of that prophet. He has lately been accused of imposture in certain quarters of Europe, and the public prints reported the following fact based on a letter written by the Chevalier Baylon.
How canst thou look into that gulf and not die?" she added presently. Seraphitus left her clinging to the granite rock and placed himself at the edge of the narrow platform on which they stood, whence his eyes plunged to the depths of the fiord, defying its dazzling invitation. His body did not tremble, his brow was white and calm as that of a marble statue, an abyss facing an abyss.
A few moments later he reached the great courtyard of the Swedish villa. An old servant, over eighty years of age, appeared in the portico bearing a lantern. Seraphitus slipped off his snow-shoes with the graceful dexterity of a woman, then darting into the salon he fell exhausted and motionless on a wide divan covered with furs.
But if you would be pure in heart mingle the idea of the All-Powerful with your affections here below; then you will love all creatures, and your heart will rise to heights indeed." "I will do all you tell me," she answered, lifting her eyes to his with a timid movement. "I cannot be your companion," said Seraphitus sadly.
As he spoke the couple reached the porch of the humble dwelling where Monsieur Becker, the pastor of Jarvis, sat reading while awaiting his daughter for the evening meal. "Dear Monsieur Becker," said Seraphitus, "I have brought Minna back to you safe and sound." "Thank you, mademoiselle," said the old man, laying his spectacles on his book; "you must be very tired."
"If so, you will not need your skees," he answered. "Oh!" she said; "I who would fain unfasten yours and kiss your feet!" "Keep such words for Wilfrid," said Seraphitus, gently. "Wilfrid!" cried Minna angrily; then, softening as she glanced at her companion's face and trying, but in vain, to take his hand, she added, "You are never angry, never; you are so hopelessly perfect in all things."
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