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
He answered by a frown which expressed the disappointment, the annoyance
and the dread which my reproaches caused him. I said nothing more in
that connection, but asked him wherein I was necessary to the success of
his enterprise.
"Because the princess, in a fit of jealousy not without some foundation,
has demanded to see you and question you. My enemies have taken pains to
inform her that I pass all my mornings with a young and pretty woman who
came to Milan after me. For a long time I succeeded in making her
believe that you were my sister; but, during this month that I have
neglected her altogether, she has conceived doubts, and refuses to
believe in your illness, which I alleged as an excuse for my
neglect.--'If your sister is sick too, and can't do without you,' she
said, 'have her brought to my house; my women and my doctors will take
care of her. You can see her at any time; and if she is really your
sister, I will love her as if she were my sister too.'--I tried in vain
to fight against this strange whim. I told her that you were very poor
and very proud, that nothing in the world would induce you to accept her
hospitality, and that it would, in fact, be exceedingly unseemly and
indelicate for you to come to live in the house of your brother's
mistress. She would listen to no excuse and replied to all my objections
with: 'I see that you are deceiving me; she is not your sister.'--If you
refuse, we are lost. Come, come, come; I implore you, my child, come!"
I took my hat and shawl without replying. While I was dressing, tears
rolled slowly down my cheeks. As we left my chamber, Leoni wiped them
away with his lips and embraced me again and again, calling me his
benefactress, his guardian angel and his only friend.
I passed with trembling limbs through the princess's vast apartments.
When I saw the magnificence of the house, I had an indescribable feeling
of oppression at my heart, and I remembered Henryet's harsh words: "When
she is dead, you will be rich, Juliette; you will inherit her splendor,
you will sleep in her bed and you can wear her gowns."--I hung my head
as I passed the servants; it seemed to me that they glared at me with
hatred and envy; and I felt far beneath them. Leoni pressed my arm in
his, feeling my body tremble and my legs give way.
"Courage! courage!" he whispered to me.
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