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
What could I reply to such speeches? I looked at him with a stupefied
air. I was amazed that I still considered him handsome and lovable; that
I still felt in his presence the same emotion, the same desire for his
caresses, the same gratitude for his love. His degradation left no trace
on his noble brow; and when his great black eyes flashed their flame
upon mine, I was dazzled, intoxicated as always; all his blemishes
disappeared, everything was blotted out, even the stains of Henryet's
blood. I forgot everything else to bind myself to him by blind vows, by
oaths and insane embraces. Then in very truth his love was rekindled or
rather renewed, as he had prophesied. He gradually abandoned the
Princess Zagarolo and passed all the time of my convalescence at my
feet, with the same loving attentions and the delicate tokens of
affection which had made me so happy in Switzerland; I can say, indeed,
that these proofs of affection were even more ardent and caused me more
pride, that was the happiest period of my whole life, and that Leoni was
never dearer to me. I was convinced of the truth of all that he had told
me; nor could I fear that he clung to me from self-interest, as I had
nothing more in the world to give him, and was thenceforth a burden to
him and dependent upon the hazards of his fortunes. However I felt a
sort of pride in not falling short of what he expected from my
generosity, and his gratitude seemed to me greater than my sacrifices.
One evening he came home in a state of great excitement, and said,
pressing me to his heart again and again:
"My Juliette, my sister, my wife, my angel, you must be as kind and
indulgent as God himself, you must give me a fresh proof of your
adorable sweetness and your heroism; you must come and live with me at
the Princess Zagarolo's."
I recoiled, surprised beyond words; and, as I realized that it was no
longer in my power to deny him anything, I turned pale and began to
tremble like a condemned man at the gallows' foot.
"Listen," he said, "the princess is horribly ill. I have neglected her
on your account; she has grieved so that her disease has become
seriously aggravated and the doctors give her only a month to live.
Since you know everything, I can speak to you about that infernal will.
It is a matter of several millions, and I am in competition with a
family on the alert to take advantage of my mistakes and turn me out at
the decisive moment. The will in my favor is in existence, in proper
form, but a moment's anger may destroy it. We are ruined, we have no
other resource. You will have to go to the hospital and I become a
leader of brigands, if it escapes us."
"O _mon Dieu_!" I said, "we lived so inexpensively in Switzerland! Why
is wealth a necessity to us? Now that we love each other so well, can we
not live happily without committing any new villainy?"
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