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Seraphitus said the words with that fervor of tone and gesture seen and known only by those who have ascended the highest mountains of the globe, a fervor so involuntarily acquired that the haughtiest of men is forced to regard his guide as a brother, forgetting his own superior station till he descends to the valleys and the abodes of his kind.
And, strange to say, it was Gautier that introduced me to Balzac; for mention is made in the wonderful preface to "Les Fleurs du Mal" of Seraphita: Seraphita, Seraphitus; which is it? woman or man? Should Wilfred or Mona be the possessor?
"It often beats as fast when I run," she said. Seraphitus inclined his head with a gesture that was neither coldness nor indifference, and yet, despite the grace which made the movement almost tender, it none the less bespoke a certain negation, which in a woman would have seemed an exquisite coquetry. Seraphitus clasped the young girl in his arms.
Seraphitus looked at the flowery mound on which he had seated Minna; then he turned and faced the frowning heights, whose pinnacles were wrapped in clouds; to them he cast, unspoken, the remainder of his thoughts.
Minna, that is how I love him." "Love whom?" said Minna, tortured with sudden jealousy. "God," replied Seraphitus, his voice glowing in their souls like fires of liberty from peak to peak upon the mountains, "God, who does not betray us! God, who will never abandon us! who crowns our wishes; who satisfies His creatures with joy joy unalloyed and infinite! God, who never wearies but ever smiles!
Monsieur Seraphitus endeavored more than once to talk to me about them; but the recollection of his cousin's words was so burning a memory that he always stopped short at the first sentence and became lost in a revery from which I could not rouse him."
"From which you conclude that I am unfeeling." Minna was startled at this lucid interpretation of her thought. "You prove to me, at any rate, that we understand each other," she said, with the grace of a loving woman. Seraphitus softly shook his head and looked sadly and gently at her.
"The ice of the fiord stirs," answered Minna; "the spring is coming." Wilfrid was silent. When the two reached the courtyard they were conscious that they had neither the faculty nor the strength to enter the house. "What think you of her?" asked Wilfrid. "See that radiance!" cried Minna, going towards the window of the salon. "He is there! How beautiful! O my Seraphitus, take me!"
Wilfrid stood silent and motionless, lost in thoughts excited by events whose vast bearings enabled him to conceive of some illimitable immensity. Emboldened by the weakness of the being lately so powerful, or perhaps by the fear of losing him forever, Minna bent down over the couch and said, "Seraphitus, let me follow thee!" "Can I forbid thee?"
Of medium height, Seraphitus appeared to grow in stature as he turned fully round and seemed about to spring upward. His hair, curled by a fairy's hand and waving to the breeze, increased the illusion produced by this aerial attitude; yet his bearing, wholly without conscious effort, was the result far more of a moral phenomenon than of a corporal habit.
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