The Sin of Monsieur Antoine, Volume 2 (of 2) and Leone LeoniSand, George
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The Sin of Monsieur Antoine, Volume 2 (of 2) and Leone Leoni
Sand, George
French fiction -- 19th century
"It is of no use for you to think of going away," he said; "it is beyond
my strength. I have sent away your horses and had your trunk unpacked. I
have been out walking alone in the country, and I have done my utmost to
force myself to give you up. I resolved not to bid you adieu. I went to
the princess's and tried to persuade myself that I loved her; I hate her
and I love you. You must stay."
These constant agitations weakened my mind as well as my body. I began
to lose the faculty of reasoning; evil and good, esteem and contempt
became vague sounds, words which I no longer cared to understand, and
which frightened me as much as if they were interminable columns of
figures which I was told to add. Leoni had thenceforth more than a moral
influence over me; he had a magnetic power which I could not escape. His
glance, his voice, his tears acted on my nerves no less than on my
heart. I was simply a machine turned any way at his pleasure.
I forgave him. I abandoned myself to his caresses; I promised him
whatever he chose. He told me that the Princess Zagarolo, being a widow,
had thought of marrying him; that the brief and trivial fancy he had had
for her had made her believe in his love; that she had foolishly
compromised herself for him; and that he must either spare her pride and
cut loose from her gradually, or have trouble with the whole family.
"If it were simply a matter of fighting with all her brothers, cousins
and uncles," he said, "I should worry very little about it; but they
will act as great noblemen, denounce me as a _carbonaro_, and have me
thrown into prison, where I may have to wait ten years before the
authorities will deign to look into my case."
I listened to all these absurd fables with the credulity of a child.
Leoni had never taken any part in politics, but I was still fond of
persuading myself that all that was problematical in his life was
connected with some great enterprise of that kind. I consented to pass
for his sister in the hotel, to go out seldom, and never with him--in
short, to leave him absolutely at liberty to leave me at any moment at a
nod from the princess.
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