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"Curious, now, if it had demanded its little gifts, its little gloves " said Durtal, biting his lips. "And do you know what has become of the terrible Docre?" Des Hermies inquired. "No, thank God. They say he is in the south, somewhere around Nîmes, where he formerly resided." "But what does this abbé do?" inquired Durtal. "What does he do?
And he bounded up a staircase, while Des Hermies pushed Durtal along in front of him in a way that made retreat impossible. As he was once more groping along the winding stairs, Durtal asked, "Why didn't you tell me your friend Carhaix for of course that's who he is was a bell-ringer?"
"If we admit," said Des Hermies, "that the infamousness of the times is transitory, it is self-evident that only the intervention of a God can wash it away; for neither socialism nor any other chimera of the ignorant and hate-filled workers will modify human nature and reform the peoples. These tasks are above human forces." "And the time awaited by Johannès is at hand," Gévingey proclaimed.
There were times when Durtal could not doubt that his friend was an author, for Des Hermies spoke understandingly of tricks of the trade which one learns only after long experience, and his literary judgment was not that of a layman.
"Now, Des Hermies," said Carhaix, "you are going too far. I claim to know the clerical world myself, and there are, even in Paris, honest men who do their duty. They are covered with opprobrium and spat on. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry accuses them of the foulest vices.
It is the hash of mystery, if I may be permitted the expression." "The saddest thing about it," said Des Hermies, laughing, "is that at a séance one never sees a thing! I know that experiments have been successful, but those which I have witnessed well, the experimenters seemed to take a long shot and miss."
"I am uncertain about a good many things, myself," said Des Hermies, "and yet there are moments when I feel that the obstacles are giving way, that I almost believe. Of one thing I am sure. The supernatural does exist, Christian or not. To deny it is to deny evidence and who wants to be a materialist, one of these silly freethinkers?" "It is mighty tiresome to be vacillating forever.
"But what do these priests want?" "Everything!" exclaimed Des Hermies. "Hmmm. Like Gilles de Rais, who asked the demon for 'knowledge, power, riches, all that humanity covets, to be deeded to him by a title signed with his own blood." "Come right in and get warm. Ah, messieurs, you must not do that any more," said Mme.
"Yes," Des Hermies replied, "without discussing the means, I certify the cure, and, I admit, it is not the first time that to my knowledge similar results have been obtained. No thanks," to Mme. Carhaix, who was inviting him to take another helping from a plate of sausages with horseradish in creamed peas. "But," said Durtal, "permit me to ask you several questions. Certain details interest me.
"They cut children's throats and mixed the blood with ashes, and this paste, dissolved in liquid, constituted the Eucharistic wine." "You bring us right back to Satanism," said Durtal. "Why, yes, as you see, I haven't strayed off your subject." "I am sure Monsieur Des Hermies has been saying something awful," murmured Mme.
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