France -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Women -- France -- Fiction
"And then," continued Ralph, looking at her with a sorrowful smile, "I
have many other causes of joy. You unwittingly confided something to me
during the hours that we poured out our hearts to each other on board
ship. You told me that this Raymon was never so fortunate as he had the
presumption to claim to be, and you relieved me of a part of my
torments. You took away my remorse for having watched over you so
ineffectually; for I had the insolence to try to protect you from his
fascinations; and therein I insulted you, Indiana. I did not have faith
in your strength; that is another crime for you to forgive."
"Alas!" said Indiana, "you ask me to forgive! me who have made your
whole life miserable, who have rewarded so pure and generous a love with
incredible blindness, barbarous ingratitude! Why, I am the one who
should crawl at your feet and implore forgiveness."
"Then this love of mine arouses neither disgust nor anger in your
breast, Indiana? O my God! I thank Thee! I shall die happy! Listen,
Indiana; cease to blame yourself for my sufferings. At this moment I
regret none of Raymon's joys, and I think that my fate would arouse his
envy if he had the heart of a man. Now I am your brother, your husband,
your lover for all eternity. Since the day that you promised to leave
this life with me, I have cherished the sweet thought that you belonged
to me, that you had returned to me never to leave me again. I began once
more to call you my betrothed under my breath. It would have been too
much happiness--or, it may be, not enough--to possess you on earth. In
God's bosom the bliss awaits me of which my childhood dreamed. There,
Indiana, you will love me; there, your divine intellect, stripped of all
the lying fictions of this life, will make up to me for a whole life of
sacrifices, suffering and self-denial; there, you will be mine, O my
Indiana! for you are heaven! and if I deserve to be saved, I deserve to
possess you. This is what I had in mind when I asked you to put on this
white dress; it is the wedding dress; and yonder rock jutting out into
the basin is the altar that awaits us."
He rose and plucked a branch from a flowering orange tree in a
neighboring thicket and placed it on Indiana's black hair; then he knelt
at her feet.
[Illustration 06: _RALPH AND INDIANA SEEK DEATH
TOGETHER_
_Their lips met; and doubtless there is in a love
that comes from the heart a greater power than in
the ardor of a fugitive desire; for that kiss, on the
threshold of another life, summed up for them all
the joys of this._
_Thereupon Ralph took his fiancée in his arms and
bore her away to plunge with her in the torrent._]
"Make me happy," he said; "tell me that your heart consents to this
marriage in another world. Give me eternity; do not compel me
to pray for absolute annihilation."
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