France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
waters sparkled, making thirsty for ineffable delights whoever dare
apply his lips burning with a faith so strong that the crystal shall not
be shattered.
But Wilfrid now encountered the wall of brass for which he had been
seeking up and down the earth. He went impetuously to Seraphita, meaning
to express the whole force and bearing of a passion under which he
bounded like the fabled horse beneath the iron horseman, firm in his
saddle, whom nothing moves while the efforts of the fiery animal only
made the rider heavier and more solid. He sought her to relate his
life,--to prove the grandeur of his soul by the grandeur of his faults,
to show the ruins of his desert. But no sooner had he crossed
her threshold, and found himself within the zone of those eyes of
scintillating azure, that met no limits forward and left none behind,
than he grew calm and submissive, as a lion, springing on his prey in
the plains of Africa, receives from the wings of the wind a message
of love, and stops his bound. A gulf opened before him, into which his
frenzied words fell and disappeared, and from which uprose a voice which
changed his being; he became as a child, a child of sixteen, timid and
frightened before this maiden with serene brow, this white figure whose
inalterable calm was like the cruel impassibility of human justice. The
combat between them had never ceased until this evening, when with a
glance she brought him down, as a falcon making his dizzy spirals in
the air around his prey causes it to fall stupefied to earth, before
carrying it to his eyrie.
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