Annette and Sylvie: Being Volume One of The Soul EnchantedRolland, Romain
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Annette and Sylvie: Being Volume One of The Soul Enchanted
Rolland, Romain
French fiction -- Translations into English
But she was not always laughing. Shadows passed abruptly over her good
humor. After hours of radiant tenderness and confidence with Roger, she
experienced, without transition, and for no cause, attacks of
melancholy, doubt, and anxiety. The instability from which her thoughts
had suffered since last autumn, far from being calmed, was accentuated
during these months of requited love. There came, in flurries, an
invasion of strangely unharmonious instincts: irritability, grotesque
humor, malignant irony, umbrageous pride, inexplicable fits of spite.
Annette found it hard to put a damper on them. And the result was not so
splendid, for when she did she seemed plunged in a hostile and
disquieting taciturnity. As her intelligence remained clear, she was
astonished at these sudden changes, and reproached herself for them.
That didn't improve matters. But the realization of her own
imperfections gave her a certain indulgence--more wished for than
sincere--towards those of these "clowns." . . . (Again! . . .
Impertinent girl! . . . Forgive me! I won't do it again! . . .) Since
they were Roger's relations, she ought to accept them, if she accepted
Roger. The rest, Good Heavens, the rest is of no great importance when
there are two to defend each other.
Only, were there two? Would Roger defend her? And, even before
considering whether she would accept Roger, would Roger accept her
sincerely and with a generous heart when he finally saw what she was
like? For up to date he had seen only her mouth and eyes. As regarded
what she thought and wished--the true Annette--it did not seem that he
had tried very hard to become acquainted with her; he found it more
comfortable to invent her. However, Annette cradled herself in the hope
that, with the aid of love, it would not be impossible, after bravely
looking into each other's hearts, for them to say to each other: "I take
you, I take you as you are. I take you with your faults, your demons,
with your little demands, with your law of life. You are what you are.
As you are, I love you."
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