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Monsieur de l'Estorade took pains to point out to her all the notabilities present: first, the great men whom we need not mention, because their names are in everybody's memory; next, the poet Canalis, whose air she thought Olympian; d'Arthez, who pleased her by his modesty and absence of assumption; Vinet, of whom she remarked that he was like a viper in spectacles; Victorin Hulot, a noted orator of the Left Centre.
Victorin felt a sort of internal chill at the sight of this dreadful old woman. Though handsomely dressed, she was terrible to look upon, for her flat, colorless, strongly-marked face, furrowed with wrinkles, expressed a sort of cold malignity. Marat, as a woman of that age, might have been like this creature, a living embodiment of the Reign of Terror.
After gasping out these words with tears and sobs, Madame Hulot collected her strength to go to her room, leaning on her daughter and Celestine. "What is the meaning of all this?" cried Lisbeth, left alone with Victorin. The lawyer stood rigid, in very natural dismay, and did not hear her. "What is the matter, my dear Victorin?" "I am horrified!" said he, and his face scowled darkly.
Having known Victorin and Hortense from their birth, their faces were to her like panes of glass, through which she could read their young souls. Now, from certain stolen looks directed by Victorin on his mother, she saw that some disaster was hanging over Adeline which Victorin hesitated to reveal. The famous young lawyer had some covert anxiety.
"And the disease is inevitably fatal?" said Victorin in dismay. "I will go to see him," said Celestine, rising. "I positively forbid it, madame," Bianchon quietly said. "The disease is contagious." "But you go there, monsieur," replied the young woman. "Do you think that a daughter's duty is less binding than a doctor's?"
You will be like a man cured by a clairvoyant; by the end of a month, it seems all the work of Nature." Victorin broke out in a cold sweat. The sight of an executioner would have shocked him less than this prolix and pretentious Sister of the Hulks. As he looked at her purple-red gown, she seemed to him dyed in blood.
"Oh, Papa!" cried Celestine, "if only you could be well again, I would make friends with my stepmother I make a vow!" "Poor little Celestine!" said Crevel, "come and kiss me." Victorin held back his wife, who was rushing forward. "You do not know, perhaps," said the lawyer gently, "that your disease is contagious, monsieur." "To be sure," replied Crevel.
I am a spoilt child who has had all it ever wanted, and bonbons no longer excite me. Poor things! I am sorry for them! "And who slandered me so?" "Victorin," said Crevel. "Then why did you not stop his mouth, the odious legal macaw! with the story of the two hundred thousand francs and his mamma?" "Oh, the Baroness had fled," said Lisbeth.
That the Nunneries in Portugal, as well as among those people in India who are subject to the Romish priesthood, are of the same character precisely, as Maria Monk describes the Priests and Nuns in Canada, is proved by Victorin de Faria, who had been a Brahman in India; and who afterward resided as a regular Roman Priest in the Paulist Monastery at Lisbon.
And, indeed, she had the supreme satisfaction of seeing Adeline, Hortense, Hulot, Victorin, Steinbock, Celestine, and their children standing in tears round her bed and mourning for her as the angel of the family. Baron Hulot, enjoying a course of solid food such as he had not known for nearly three years, recovered flesh and strength, and was almost himself again.
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