The Piccinino, Volume 2 (of 2); The last of AldinisSand, George
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The Piccinino, Volume 2 (of 2); The last of Aldinis
Sand, George
French fiction -- Translations into English
Mila's jesting extravagance caused a momentary madness in the brigand's
audacious brain. He had a touch of vertigo, and felt almost the same
emotion as if she had guessed the truth instead of dreaming a dream. But
instantly he laughed an almost bitter laugh, which did not dispel Mila's
illusions. She thought that it was an attempt to banish her rash
suspicions, and she frankly asked his forgiveness for the words that had
escaped her.
"My child," he replied, kissing her on the brow and assisting her to
mount the white mule, "Princess Agatha will tell you who I am. I
authorize you to ask her; but, when you find out, remember that you are
my accomplice, or that you must send me to the gallows."
"I would rather go myself!" said Mila, as she rode away, calling his
attention to the respectful kiss she bestowed upon his bouquet.
"Well!" said the Piccinino to himself, "this has been the pleasantest
and most romantic adventure of my whole life. I have played the part of
a king in disguise, without showing it, without taking the trouble to
prepare for it, without making any arrangements to afford myself that
amusement. Unexpected pleasures are the only genuine ones, they say; I
begin to believe it. Perhaps it is because I have premeditated my
actions too much, and laid out my life beforehand too carefully, that I
have so often found ennui and distaste at the end of my undertakings.
Fascinating Mila! What a wealth of poesy, what freshness of the
imagination in your young brain! Oh! if only you were a youth of my own
sex! if I could keep you beside me without causing you to lose any of
your pleasant illusions and your blessed purity! I should find the sweet
companionship of a wife in a faithful comrade, without danger of
arousing or feeling the passion which poisons and destroys all
friendships! But such mortals do not exist. Woman cannot fail to be
treacherous; man cannot cease to be brutal. Ah! I always have missed--I
always shall miss--the being able to love some one. I should have had to
fall in with a mind different from all other minds and even more
different from my own--which is impossible!
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