"I had you," interrupted Landri. "I had your example. You say that you
formed my character. That is much truer than you have any idea; and I
myself did not know myself, did not understand to what degree I thought
as you think concerning matters of moment, until I was taught by this
sorrow. You remember that, in that conversation after the hunt, the last
afternoon of intimacy that we ever had, you spoke of the indestructible
connections, the unbreakable tie between ourselves and those from whom
we descend. And I argued with you. I maintained the right of the
individual to live his own life, to seek his own happiness. The instant
that I learned the secret of my birth, I realized how entirely in the
right you were in that discussion. Your right to demand satisfaction
from me, although I was not personally culpable, appeared to me so
clearly established! And so of my duty to give you that satisfaction,
entire, complete. I felt that the very quintessence of man is in this
solidarity between the present and a past which was his before he
himself existed. I realized all that nobility meant. All your ideas,
against which I had fought so long, revealed themselves to me in their
living truth. I made them my guide in the conduct which you are kind
enough to approve. When you said to me, 'For your sake I can forgive,'
what a healing balm you poured into my heart, and upon what an aching
wound! Even in my misery, I felt a peace of mind which has not abandoned
me. That is what has upheld me."
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