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'You have done your commission, the colonel said to Count Walburg, whose companion was not disposed to go without obtaining satisfactory assurances, and pressed for them. Alvan fastened on him. 'You adopt the responsibility of this? He displayed the letter. 'I do. 'It lies. Tresten remarked to Count Walburg: 'These visits are provocations.
I think of her as if, since we parted, she had been sitting on a throne in Erebus, and must be ghastly. I had a dream of a dead tree that upset me. In fact, you see I must have it over. The whole affair makes me feel too young. Tresten advised him to spend an hour with the baroness. 'I can't; she makes me feel too old, said Alvan. 'She talks. She listens, but I don't want to speak.
Tresten sketched it. The baroness realized it, and shut her lips tight for a laugh of essential humour. Late in the day Alvan was himself able to inform her that he had overcome Clotilde's father after a struggle of hours.
'See! my girl has hundreds of enemies, and I, only I, know her and can defend her weak, base shallow trickster, traitress that she is! cried Alvan, and came down in a thundershower upon her: 'Yesterday the day before when? just now, here, in this room; gave herself and now! He bent, and immediately straightening his back, addressed Colonel von Tresten as her calumniator, 'Say your worst of her, and I say I will make of that girl the peerless woman of earth!
Of the few who would ever have thought of attempting, a diminished number would have equalled that feat. Alvan was no vain boaster; he could gain the ears of grave men as well as mobs and women. The interview with Clotilde was therefore assured to him, and the distracting telegrams and letters forwarded to him by Tresten during his absence were consequently stabs already promising to heal.
Tresten, her father said, talked of his friend Alvan as wild and eccentric, but now becoming convinced that such a family as hers could never tolerate him considering his age, his birth, his blood, his habits, his politics, his private entanglements and moral reputation, it was partly hinted. She shuddered at this false Tresten.
It was not done to tease a tremulous woman, for she was calm. It painted the necessary consequence of the refusal: an explosion of AEtna, and she saw it. 'Where is he now? said she. 'At his hotel. 'Alone? 'Leczel is with him. 'That looks like war. Tresten shrugged again. 'It might have been foreseen by everybody concerned in the affair. The girl does not care for him one corner of an eye!
Another moment and he was counting to her the days, hours, minutes, which had been the gulf of torture between then and now the separation and the reunion: he was voluble, living to speak, and a pause was only for the drawing of most blissful breath. His watch went slowly. She was beginning to drop her eyelids in front of Tresten. Oh! he knew her so well.
'For that woman Tresten, you know me I would have sacrificed for that woman fortune and life, my hope, my duty, my immortality. She knew it, and she look! he unwrinkled the letter carefully for it to be legible, and clenched it in a ball. Signs her name, signs her name, her name! God of heaven! it would be incredible in a holy chronicle signs her name to the infamous harlotry!
Storchel looks on, and observes, and that 's about all he can do, or need do. Up Mont Blanc to-day, Tresten! It's the very day for an ascent: one of the rare crystalline jewels coming in a Swiss August; we should see the kingdoms of the earth and a Republic! But I could climb with all my heart in a snowstorm to-day. Andes on Himalayas! as high as you like.
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