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The serf remained inflexible, and during his talk Gilbert approached Wilhelm, and said to him in a low voice: "Run away quickly, my child; but remember your promise; if you don't, you'll have to settle with me." Stephane, seeing him escape, would have started in pursuit; but Gilbert barred his way. "Ivan!" cried he, wringing his hands, "drive this man out of my path!" Ivan shook his head again.
"I shall come over the roofs," said Gilbert quietly. "Impossible!" cried Stephane. "In the first place, I do not wish you to risk your life for me again. And then " "And then you do not care for my visit?" Stephane only answered him by a look. At this moment steps sounded in the vestibule.
As a matter of fact we do not yet know how to construct living cells; the forms obtained with mineral substances by Errera, Stephane Leduc, and others, have only a remote resemblance to those of life; neither do we know how to prevent death; but yet it is interesting to know that it is possible to prolong for some time the life of organs, tissues, and cells after they have been removed from the organism.
With the exception of the works of these poets and of Stephane Mallarme, which his servant was told to place to one side so that he might classify them separately, Des Esseintes was but slightly attracted towards the poets.
"Do not trifle, I beg of you," said he, in a hollow voice. "We have serious matters between us to discuss." "The seriousness which I prefer is that of joy." Stephane passed his thin and taper hands nervously through his hair. "Joy?" said he. "It will come, perhaps, in its time, through speaking to me about it, who knows? Now I seem to be dreaming. The disorder of my thoughts frightens me.
Stephane hesitated a moment, but the habitual tediousness of his life was so great that the want of diversion overcame his hatred and scorn. "This letter is not bad!" said he as he read. "Its style is eloquent, the penmanship is admirable too. It involuntarily suggests to me the tie of your cravat. Both are so correct that they are insufferable."
Father Alexis hastened to comply with Gilbert's request, and they continued on their way with bowed heads and in gloomy silence. Stephane alone, with her cap drawn over her eyes, occasionally uttered disconnected words and alternately cast a furtive glance at Gilbert, or gazed sadly at the moon.
One last look, full of hatred, flashed from his eyes, over which the eternal shadow was creeping, his features contracted, his mouth became distorted, and, uttering a frightful cry, he rendered up his soul. Then the Count slowly raised himself. His arms, in which he held the two young people as in a living vice, relaxed, and Stephane fell upon Gilbert's breast.
Gilbert reflected a moment; then considering only the dignity and interests of Stephane, he replied: "Yes, I love her with a pure, deep love." A sarcastic joy appeared upon the Count's face. "Admirable!" said he; "that is all I wish to know. We have nothing more to say." Gilbert raised his head: "One word more, sir!" he exclaimed.
Before undertaking that great work, it is essential that your heart should recover its health and strength." "Ingrate that I am!" cried Stephane. "My destiny! It has changed from to-day. Yes, from this moment I am no longer alone in the world.
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