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1 | above
2 4 | accordance with an admirable and absolute logic. The "whys" and "becauses"
3 32 | sublime spectacle, this abundance of poetry cast from heaven
4 36 | loves of Ruth and Boaz, the accomplishment of the will of the Lord,
5 4 | to have been created in accordance with an admirable and absolute
6 | According
7 20 | oak stick, which he was accustomed to carry in his nocturnal
8 15 | soap, for he was in the act of shaving.~
9 6 | with thee?" and he would add: "It seems as though God,
10 19 | this invincible love was added the exasperation of her
11 4 | created in accordance with an admirable and absolute logic. The "
12 26 | rest there, to think, to admire God in His works.~
13 38 | from this couple that still advanced with arms intertwined. Yet
14 6 | dangerous and mysteriously affecting one. And even more than
15 | After
16 5 | perfectly to the needs of agriculture, and no suspicion had ever
17 24 | breaths, drinking in the air as drunkards drink wine,
18 | am
19 19 | long he was silent, full of anger and indignation. To his
20 13 | lilac blossoms disquieted, angered, and roused the priest,
21 19 | parents when their daughter announces that she has chosen a husband
22 36 | to ring in his ears, the appeal of passion, all the poetry
23 8 | testing man. One must not approach her without defensive precautions
24 34 | of the meadow, under the arch of trees bathed in a shining
25 35 | the taller, and held his arm about his sweetheart's neck
26 | around
27 39 | went back musing, almost ashamed, as if he had intruded into
28 2 | parsonage, he would sometimes ask himself the question: "Why
29 38 | it was his niece. But he asked himself now if he would
30 29 | disquiet came over him; he was asking one of those questions that
31 6 | tempter who led the first man astray, and who since then had
32 23 | filling the warm moonlit atmosphere with a kind of perfumed
33 4 | whys" and "becauses" always balanced. Dawn was given to make
34 | be
35 36 | He stood still, his heart beating, all upset; and it seemed
36 22 | all the grand and serene beauty of this pale night.~
37 | because
38 4 | absolute logic. The "whys" and "becauses" always balanced. Dawn was
39 17 | your sister has gone to bed. They meet by the river
40 32 | they are lying in their beds? For whom is destined this
41 | before
42 32 | enchantments that human beings do not see, since they are
43 8 | According to his belief, God had created woman for
44 1 | excitable, yet upright. All his beliefs were fixed, never varying.
45 1 | fixed, never varying. He believed sincerely that he knew his
46 11 | little house near him. He was bent upon making a sister of
47 | between
48 36 | that he saw before him some biblical scene, like the loves of
49 13 | to "hug" flies or lilac blossoms disquieted, angered, and
50 36 | like the loves of Ruth and Boaz, the accomplishment of the
51 6 | even more than their sinful bodies, he hated their loving hearts.~
52 32 | this enervation of the body? Why this display of enchantments
53 36 | stories of which the sacred books tell. The verses of the
54 9 | because he felt that at the bottom of their fettered and humble
55 12 | She was a pretty, brainless madcap. When the abbe preached
56 23 | shadow of their slender branches, scarcely in full leaf,
57 24 | He began to take long breaths, drinking in the air as
58 9 | everlasting tenderness was burning brightly -- that tenderness which
59 21 | splendid moonlight, of such brilliance as is seldom seen.~
60 20 | it down on a chair, the broken back of which fell over
61 35 | sweetheart's neck and kissed her brow every little while. They
62 13 | tenderness that is always budding in women's hearts.~
63 9 | everlasting tenderness was burning brightly -- that tenderness
64 6 | since then had ever been busy with her work of damnation,
65 35 | for whom was destined this calm and silent night, and they
66 20 | clock struck he seized his cane, a formidable oak stick,
67 25 | plain all flooded with the caressing light, bathed in that tender,
68 20 | which he was accustomed to carry in his nocturnal walks when
69 10 | And he would shake his cassock on leaving the convent doors,
70 13 | she would dart forward to catch some flying creature, crying
71 14 | Marignan, told him, with caution, that his niece had a lover.~
72 18 | He ceased scraping his chin, and began
73 20 | teeth, brought it down on a chair, the broken back of which
74 11 | upon making a sister of charity of her.~
75 25 | that tender, languishing charm of serene nights. At each
76 30 | everything, why make it more charming than day, softer than dawn
77 19 | deceived and tricked by a child, and the selfish emotion
78 18 | He ceased scraping his chin, and began to walk up and
79 19 | daughter announces that she has chosen a husband without them,
80 6 | often repeated the words of Christ: "Woman, what have I to
81 22 | dreamers, the Fathers of the Church, he felt suddenly distracted
82 5 | hard demands of seasons, climates and matter.~
83 23 | while the giant honeysuckle, clinging to the wall of his house,
84 20 | he smiled at the enormous club which he twirled in a threatening
85 5 | and no suspicion had ever come to the priest of the fact
86 5 | everything which exists must conform to the hard demands of seasons,
87 2 | And he would dwell on this continually, putting himself in the
88 5 | intentions; that, on the contrary, everything which exists
89 10 | his cassock on leaving the convent doors, and walk off, lengthening
90 5 | The four seasons corresponded perfectly to the needs of
91 27 | of light and transparent cotton.~
92 38 | He shrank back from this couple that still advanced with
93 27 | covering all the tortuous course of the water with a kind
94 15 | he stood there, his face covered with soap, for he was in
95 27 | and above the mountains, covering all the tortuous course
96 25 | short, metallic note of the cricket, and distant nightingales
97 13 | catch some flying creature, crying out as she brought it back: "
98 17 | me if I lie, Monsieur le Cure! I tell you, she goes there
99 10 | He felt this cursed tenderness, even in their
100 18 | he began shaving again he cut himself three times from
101 6 | been busy with her work of damnation, the feeble creature, dangerous
102 10 | stride as though flying from danger.~
103 6 | damnation, the feeble creature, dangerous and mysteriously affecting
104 4 | preparation for slumber, and the dark nights for sleep.~
105 30 | the light of day, make the darkness so transparent?~
106 13 | eyes. Sometimes she would dart forward to catch some flying
107 19 | shown by parents when their daughter announces that she has chosen
108 4 | awakening pleasant, the days to ripen the harvest, the
109 19 | her guardian and pastor, deceived and tricked by a child,
110 3 | to know the reason of His deeds, or to guess it if I do
111 18 | always did when he was in deep thought. When he began shaving
112 8 | not approach her without defensive precautions and fear of
113 30 | to illuminate things too delicate and mysterious for the light
114 23 | of his house, exhaled a delicious sweetness, filling the warm
115 24 | he walked along slowly, delighted, marveling, almost forgetting
116 5 | must conform to the hard demands of seasons, climates and
117 12 | pleasure, awakening in his depths the sensation of paternity
118 13 | want to hug it!" And this desire to "hug" flies or lilac
119 1 | God, understood His plans, desires and intentions.~
120 6 | hated her unconsciously, and despised her by instinct. He often
121 20 | After dinner he tried to read a little,
122 7 | often felt their tenderness directed toward himself, and though
123 30 | that seems destined, so discreet is it, to illuminate things
124 38 | himself now if he would not be disobeying God. And does not God permit
125 32 | enervation of the body? Why this display of enchantments that human
126 29 | doubt, a vague feeling of disquiet came over him; he was asking
127 13 | flies or lilac blossoms disquieted, angered, and roused the
128 6 | though God, Himself, were dissatisfied with this work of His."
129 25 | note of the cricket, and distant nightingales shook out their
130 22 | Church, he felt suddenly distracted and moved by all the grand
131 10 | tenderness, even in their docility, in the low tones of their
132 | done
133 21 | He opened the door to go out, but stopped on
134 10 | cassock on leaving the convent doors, and walk off, lengthening
135 29 | And a doubt, a vague feeling of disquiet
136 12 | she would give him a hug, drawing him to her heart, while
137 22 | as had all those poetic dreamers, the Fathers of the Church,
138 25 | vibrant music that sets one dreaming, without thinking, a music
139 24 | in the air as drunkards drink wine, and he walked along
140 24 | began to take long breaths, drinking in the air as drunkards
141 24 | drinking in the air as drunkards drink wine, and he walked
142 2 | done this?" And he would dwell on this continually, putting
143 | each
144 18 | times from his nose to his ear.~
145 36 | Songs began to ring in his ears, the appeal of passion,
146 32 | poetry cast from heaven to earth?"~
147 34 | But see, out there, on the edge of the meadow, under the
148 12 | release himself from this embrace which nevertheless filled
149 22 | as he was gifted with an emotional nature, one such as had
150 32 | body? Why this display of enchantments that human beings do not
151 32 | emotion of the spirit, this enervation of the body? Why this display
152 20 | sick. And he smiled at the enormous club which he twirled in
153 39 | where he had, no right to enter.~
154 30 | day, softer than dawn or evening? And does why this seductive
155 4 | rains to moisten it, the evenings for preparation for slumber,
156 9 | fettered and humble hearts the everlasting tenderness was burning brightly --
157 19 | invincible love was added the exasperation of her spiritual father,
158 | except
159 1 | tall, thin priest, fanatic, excitable, yet upright. All his beliefs
160 23 | to the wall of his house, exhaled a delicious sweetness, filling
161 26 | seemed weakened, suddenly exhausted; he wanted to sit down,
162 5 | contrary, everything which exists must conform to the hard
163 15 | him, he stood there, his face covered with soap, for he
164 5 | come to the priest of the fact that nature has no intentions;
165 26 | walked on again, his heart failing, though he knew not why.
166 1 | was a tall, thin priest, fanatic, excitable, yet upright.
167 19 | exasperation of her spiritual father, of her guardian and pastor,
168 22 | those poetic dreamers, the Fathers of the Church, he felt suddenly
169 8 | defensive precautions and fear of possible snares. She
170 15 | Almost suffocated by the fearful emotion this news roused
171 31 | does not the greatest of feathered songsters sleep like the
172 6 | her work of damnation, the feeble creature, dangerous and
173 29 | And a doubt, a vague feeling of disquiet came over him;
174 20 | the broken back of which fell over on the floor.~
175 9 | that at the bottom of their fettered and humble hearts the everlasting
176 34 | bathed in a shining mist, two figures are walking side by side.~
177 23 | exhaled a delicious sweetness, filling the warm moonlit atmosphere
178 2 | Thy ways, O Lord, are past finding out."~
179 27 | poplars wound in and out. A fine mist, a white haze through
180 | first
181 20 | manner in his strong, country fist. Then he raised it suddenly
182 1 | upright. All his beliefs were fixed, never varying. He believed
183 13 | And this desire to "hug" flies or lilac blossoms disquieted,
184 25 | gaze upon the plain all flooded with the caressing light,
185 20 | of which fell over on the floor.~
186 13 | at the sky, the grass and flowers, and one could see the joy
187 27 | Down yonder, following the undulations of the little
188 30 | unconsciousness, repose, forgetfulness of everything, why make
189 24 | delighted, marveling, almost forgetting his niece.~
190 20 | struck he seized his cane, a formidable oak stick, which he was
191 31 | others? Why does it pour forth its voice in the mysterious
192 13 | Sometimes she would dart forward to catch some flying creature,
193 | found
194 5 | The four seasons corresponded perfectly
195 35 | landscape in which they were framed as by a heavenly hand. The
196 23 | bathed in soft light, his fruit trees in a row cast on the
197 25 | the garden, he stopped to gaze upon the plain all flooded
198 23 | in full leaf, while the giant honeysuckle, clinging to
199 22 | And, as he was gifted with an emotional nature,
200 12 | angry with her she would give him a hug, drawing him to
201 4 | always balanced. Dawn was given to make our awakening pleasant,
202 27 | silvering it and making it gleam, hung around and above the
203 36 | the Lord, in some of those glorious stories of which the sacred
204 17 | le Cure! I tell you, she goes there every night when your
205 17 | night when your sister has gone to bed. They meet by the
206 22 | distracted and moved by all the grand and serene beauty of this
207 13 | about her at the sky, the grass and flowers, and one could
208 27 | undulations of the little river, a great line of poplars wound in
209 31 | Why does not the greatest of feathered songsters sleep
210 7 | he was invulnerable, he grew angry at this need of love
211 20 | raised it suddenly and, gritting his teeth, brought it down
212 23 | trees in a row cast on the ground the shadow of their slender
213 19 | spiritual father, of her guardian and pastor, deceived and
214 3 | reason of His deeds, or to guess it if I do not know it."~
215 32 | Why this half-veil cast over the world? Why
216 5 | exists must conform to the hard demands of seasons, climates
217 4 | pleasant, the days to ripen the harvest, the rains to moisten it,
218 19 | indignation. To his priestly hatred of this invincible love
219 27 | out. A fine mist, a white haze through which the moonbeams
220 25 | nights. At each moment was heard the short, metallic note
221 32 | abundance of poetry cast from heaven to earth?"~
222 35 | they were framed as by a heavenly hand. The two seemed but
223 35 | man was the taller, and held his arm about his sweetheart'
224 23 | full leaf, while the giant honeysuckle, clinging to the wall of
225 | how
226 32 | display of enchantments that human beings do not see, since
227 9 | bottom of their fettered and humble hearts the everlasting tenderness
228 2 | in an outburst of pious humility: "Thy ways, O Lord, are
229 27 | it and making it gleam, hung around and above the mountains,
230 19 | announces that she has chosen a husband without them, and in spite
231 37 | such nights as these to idealize the love of men."~
232 30 | destined, so discreet is it, to illuminate things too delicate and
233 35 | every little while. They imparted life, all at once, to the
234 18 | began to walk up and down impetuously, as he always did when he
235 | indeed
236 19 | silent, full of anger and indignation. To his priestly hatred
237 9 | He had no indulgence except for nuns, whom their
238 13 | who saw, even in this, the ineradicable tenderness that is always
239 9 | their vows had rendered inoffensive; but he was stern with them,
240 6 | unconsciously, and despised her by instinct. He often repeated the words
241 38 | still advanced with arms intertwined. Yet it was his niece. But
242 | into
243 39 | almost ashamed, as if he had intruded into a temple where he had,
244 2 | place of God, and he almost invariably found an answer. He would
245 19 | priestly hatred of this invincible love was added the exasperation
246 7 | though he knew that he was invulnerable, he grew angry at this need
247 28 | filled with a growing and irresistible tenderness.~
248 | its
249 13 | flowers, and one could see the joy of life sparkling in her
250 17 | heart, saying: "May our Lord judge me if I lie, Monsieur le
251 8 | snares. She was, indeed, just like a snare, with her lips
252 14 | when the sexton's wife, who kept house for Abbe Marignan,
253 35 | his sweetheart's neck and kissed her brow every little while.
254 25 | thinking, a music made for kisses, for the seduction of moonlight.~
255 35 | all at once, to the placid landscape in which they were framed
256 25 | bathed in that tender, languishing charm of serene nights.
257 12 | When the abbe preached she laughed, and when he was angry with
258 17 | judge me if I lie, Monsieur le Cure! I tell you, she goes
259 23 | branches, scarcely in full leaf, while the giant honeysuckle,
260 10 | would shake his cassock on leaving the convent doors, and walk
261 6 | She was the tempter who led the first man astray, and
262 10 | convent doors, and walk off, lengthening his stride as though flying
263 13 | desire to "hug" flies or lilac blossoms disquieted, angered,
264 27 | the little river, a great line of poplars wound in and
265 8 | just like a snare, with her lips open and her arms stretched
266 13 | God, of his God. She never listened to him, but looked about
267 11 | He had a niece who lived with her mother in a little
268 35 | came toward the priest as a living answer, the response his
269 4 | an admirable and absolute logic. The "whys" and "becauses"
270 13 | as she brought it back: "Look, uncle, how pretty it is!
271 13 | never listened to him, but looked about her at the sky, the
272 14 | caution, that his niece had a lover.~
273 36 | biblical scene, like the loves of Ruth and Boaz, the accomplishment
274 6 | sinful bodies, he hated their loving hearts.~
275 10 | in their docility, in the low tones of their voices when
276 10 | speaking to him, in their lowered eyes, and in their resigned
277 32 | not see, since they are lying in their beds? For whom
278 12 | was a pretty, brainless madcap. When the abbe preached
279 20 | twirled in a threatening manner in his strong, country fist.
280 1 | Abbe Marignan's martial name suited him well. He
281 24 | along slowly, delighted, marveling, almost forgetting his niece.~
282 35 | answer, the response his Master sent to his questionings.~
283 5 | of seasons, climates and matter.~
284 17 | hand on her heart, saying: "May our Lord judge me if I lie,
285 34 | there, on the edge of the meadow, under the arch of trees
286 17 | sister has gone to bed. They meet by the river side; you have
287 16 | It is not true; you lie, Melanie!"~
288 37 | to idealize the love of men."~
289 25 | moment was heard the short, metallic note of the cricket, and
290 17 | between ten o'clock and midnight."~
291 4 | the harvest, the rains to moisten it, the evenings for preparation
292 25 | of serene nights. At each moment was heard the short, metallic
293 17 | Lord judge me if I lie, Monsieur le Cure! I tell you, she
294 27 | white haze through which the moonbeams passed, silvering it and
295 23 | sweetness, filling the warm moonlit atmosphere with a kind of
296 11 | niece who lived with her mother in a little house near him.
297 27 | hung around and above the mountains, covering all the tortuous
298 22 | suddenly distracted and moved by all the grand and serene
299 39 | And he went back musing, almost ashamed, as if he
300 6 | creature, dangerous and mysteriously affecting one. And even
301 1 | Abbe Marignan's martial name suited him well. He was
302 11 | mother in a little house near him. He was bent upon making
303 35 | arm about his sweetheart's neck and kissed her brow every
304 7 | invulnerable, he grew angry at this need of love that is always vibrating
305 5 | corresponded perfectly to the needs of agriculture, and no suspicion
306 15 | the fearful emotion this news roused in him, he stood
307 25 | the cricket, and distant nightingales shook out their scattered
308 20 | accustomed to carry in his nocturnal walks when visiting the
309 18 | himself three times from his nose to his ear.~
310 25 | heard the short, metallic note of the cricket, and distant
311 25 | shook out their scattered notes -- their light, vibrant
312 | now
313 9 | no indulgence except for nuns, whom their vows had rendered
314 20 | seized his cane, a formidable oak stick, which he was accustomed
315 | off
316 | only
317 8 | like a snare, with her lips open and her arms stretched out
318 21 | He opened the door to go out, but
319 | others
320 2 | never have cried out in an outburst of pious humility: "Thy
321 25 | As soon as he was outside of the garden, he stopped
322 22 | and serene beauty of this pale night.~
323 19 | selfish emotion shown by parents when their daughter announces
324 2 | walk of his little country parsonage, he would sometimes ask
325 27 | through which the moonbeams passed, silvering it and making
326 36 | his ears, the appeal of passion, all the poetry of this
327 2 | Thy ways, O Lord, are past finding out."~
328 19 | father, of her guardian and pastor, deceived and tricked by
329 12 | depths the sensation of paternity which slumbers in every
330 17 | But the peasant woman put her hand on her
331 5 | four seasons corresponded perfectly to the needs of agriculture,
332 23 | atmosphere with a kind of perfumed soul.~
333 | Perhaps
334 38 | disobeying God. And does not God permit love, since He surrounds
335 2 | cried out in an outburst of pious humility: "Thy ways, O Lord,
336 2 | putting himself in the place of God, and he almost invariably
337 35 | life, all at once, to the placid landscape in which they
338 25 | stopped to gaze upon the plain all flooded with the caressing
339 30 | does why this seductive planet, more poetic than the sun,
340 1 | his God, understood His plans, desires and intentions.~
341 4 | given to make our awakening pleasant, the days to ripen the harvest,
342 12 | filled him with a sweet pleasure, awakening in his depths
343 36 | all the poetry of this poem replete with tenderness.~
344 27 | little river, a great line of poplars wound in and out. A fine
345 8 | precautions and fear of possible snares. She was, indeed,
346 31 | the others? Why does it pour forth its voice in the mysterious
347 12 | brainless madcap. When the abbe preached she laughed, and when he
348 8 | approach her without defensive precautions and fear of possible snares.
349 4 | moisten it, the evenings for preparation for slumber, and the dark
350 19 | and indignation. To his priestly hatred of this invincible
351 8 | created woman for the sole purpose of tempting and testing
352 2 | dwell on this continually, putting himself in the place of
353 2 | sometimes ask himself the question: "Why has God done this?"
354 35 | response his Master sent to his questionings.~
355 29 | was asking one of those questions that he sometimes put to
356 4 | to ripen the harvest, the rains to moisten it, the evenings
357 20 | strong, country fist. Then he raised it suddenly and, gritting
358 20 | After dinner he tried to read a little, but could not,
359 3 | right for me to know the reason of His deeds, or to guess
360 16 | When he had sufficiently recovered to think and speak he cried: "
361 12 | sought unconsciously to release himself from this embrace
362 9 | nuns, whom their vows had rendered inoffensive; but he was
363 6 | her by instinct. He often repeated the words of Christ: "Woman,
364 36 | the poetry of this poem replete with tenderness.~
365 30 | sleep, unconsciousness, repose, forgetfulness of everything,
366 10 | their resigned tears when he reproved them roughly. And he would
367 10 | lowered eyes, and in their resigned tears when he reproved them
368 35 | as a living answer, the response his Master sent to his questionings.~
369 26 | he wanted to sit down, to rest there, to think, to admire
370 36 | the Song of Songs began to ring in his ears, the appeal
371 4 | awakening pleasant, the days to ripen the harvest, the rains to
372 13 | side, along the country road, he would speak to her of
373 10 | tears when he reproved them roughly. And he would shake his
374 23 | light, his fruit trees in a row cast on the ground the shadow
375 36 | scene, like the loves of Ruth and Boaz, the accomplishment
376 36 | glorious stories of which the sacred books tell. The verses of
377 17 | put her hand on her heart, saying: "May our Lord judge me
378 23 | their slender branches, scarcely in full leaf, while the
379 25 | nightingales shook out their scattered notes -- their light, vibrant
380 36 | before him some biblical scene, like the loves of Ruth
381 18 | He ceased scraping his chin, and began to walk
382 25 | made for kisses, for the seduction of moonlight.~
383 30 | evening? And does why this seductive planet, more poetic than
384 21 | brilliance as is seldom seen.~
385 20 | When ten o'clock struck he seized his cane, a formidable oak
386 21 | of such brilliance as is seldom seen.~
387 19 | tricked by a child, and the selfish emotion shown by parents
388 12 | awakening in his depths the sensation of paternity which slumbers
389 35 | the response his Master sent to his questionings.~
390 3 | said to himself: "I am the servant of God; it is right for
391 25 | light, vibrant music that sets one dreaming, without thinking,
392 14 | there came a day when the sexton's wife, who kept house for
393 23 | row cast on the ground the shadow of their slender branches,
394 10 | them roughly. And he would shake his cassock on leaving the
395 34 | arch of trees bathed in a shining mist, two figures are walking
396 25 | and distant nightingales shook out their scattered notes --
397 25 | each moment was heard the short, metallic note of the cricket,
398 38 | He shrank back from this couple that
399 20 | walks when visiting the sick. And he smiled at the enormous
400 21 | out, but stopped on the sill, surprised by the splendid
401 27 | which the moonbeams passed, silvering it and making it gleam,
402 1 | never varying. He believed sincerely that he knew his God, understood
403 6 | And even more than their sinful bodies, he hated their loving
404 35 | hand. The two seemed but a single being, the being for whom
405 26 | exhausted; he wanted to sit down, to rest there, to
406 13 | looked about her at the sky, the grass and flowers,
407 23 | ground the shadow of their slender branches, scarcely in full
408 24 | wine, and he walked along slowly, delighted, marveling, almost
409 4 | evenings for preparation for slumber, and the dark nights for
410 12 | sensation of paternity which slumbers in every man.~
411 20 | visiting the sick. And he smiled at the enormous club which
412 8 | was, indeed, just like a snare, with her lips open and
413 8 | precautions and fear of possible snares. She was, indeed, just like
414 15 | there, his face covered with soap, for he was in the act of
415 23 | little garden, all bathed in soft light, his fruit trees in
416 30 | more charming than day, softer than dawn or evening? And
417 8 | had created woman for the sole purpose of tempting and
418 36 | tell. The verses of the Song of Songs began to ring in
419 36 | The verses of the Song of Songs began to ring in his ears,
420 31 | the greatest of feathered songsters sleep like the others? Why
421 25 | As soon as he was outside of the
422 12 | him to her heart, while he sought unconsciously to release
423 13 | could see the joy of life sparkling in her eyes. Sometimes she
424 10 | tones of their voices when speaking to him, in their lowered
425 32 | is destined this sublime spectacle, this abundance of poetry
426 32 | heart, this emotion of the spirit, this enervation of the
427 19 | the exasperation of her spiritual father, of her guardian
428 19 | husband without them, and in spite of them.~
429 21 | the sill, surprised by the splendid moonlight, of such brilliance
430 38 | surrounds it with such visible splendor?~
431 9 | inoffensive; but he was stern with them, nevertheless,
432 20 | his cane, a formidable oak stick, which he was accustomed
433 36 | in some of those glorious stories of which the sacred books
434 8 | her lips open and her arms stretched out to man.~
435 10 | walk off, lengthening his stride as though flying from danger.~
436 2 | When he walked with long strides along the garden walk of
437 20 | threatening manner in his strong, country fist. Then he raised
438 20 | angry. When ten o'clock struck he seized his cane, a formidable
439 32 | For whom is destined this sublime spectacle, this abundance
440 16 | When he had sufficiently recovered to think and speak
441 15 | Almost suffocated by the fearful emotion this
442 1 | Marignan's martial name suited him well. He was a tall,
443 30 | planet, more poetic than the sun, that seems destined, so
444 21 | but stopped on the sill, surprised by the splendid moonlight,
445 38 | God permit love, since He surrounds it with such visible splendor?~
446 5 | needs of agriculture, and no suspicion had ever come to the priest
447 12 | nevertheless filled him with a sweet pleasure, awakening in his
448 35 | and held his arm about his sweetheart's neck and kissed her brow
449 23 | house, exhaled a delicious sweetness, filling the warm moonlit
450 24 | He began to take long breaths, drinking in
451 1 | suited him well. He was a tall, thin priest, fanatic, excitable,
452 35 | The man was the taller, and held his arm about
453 10 | eyes, and in their resigned tears when he reproved them roughly.
454 20 | suddenly and, gritting his teeth, brought it down on a chair,
455 39 | if he had intruded into a temple where he had, no right to
456 6 | work of His." She was the tempter who led the first man astray,
457 8 | for the sole purpose of tempting and testing man. One must
458 25 | caressing light, bathed in that tender, languishing charm of serene
459 8 | purpose of tempting and testing man. One must not approach
460 [Title]| Text~
461 | thee
462 1 | him well. He was a tall, thin priest, fanatic, excitable,
463 30 | discreet is it, to illuminate things too delicate and mysterious
464 25 | sets one dreaming, without thinking, a music made for kisses,
465 18 | did when he was in deep thought. When he began shaving again
466 20 | club which he twirled in a threatening manner in his strong, country
467 18 | shaving again he cut himself three times from his nose to his
468 | through
469 | Thy
470 18 | again he cut himself three times from his nose to his ear.~
471 14 | house for Abbe Marignan, told him, with caution, that
472 10 | their docility, in the low tones of their voices when speaking
473 | too
474 27 | mountains, covering all the tortuous course of the water with
475 32 | over the world? Why these tremblings of the heart, this emotion
476 19 | and pastor, deceived and tricked by a child, and the selfish
477 20 | After dinner he tried to read a little, but could
478 16 | speak he cried: "It is not true; you lie, Melanie!"~
479 20 | the enormous club which he twirled in a threatening manner
480 13 | brought it back: "Look, uncle, how pretty it is! I want
481 30 | night is destined for sleep, unconsciousness, repose, forgetfulness of
482 | under
483 33 | And the abbe could not understand.~
484 1 | sincerely that he knew his God, understood His plans, desires and intentions.~
485 27 | Down yonder, following the undulations of the little river, a great
486 | unto
487 | up
488 1 | fanatic, excitable, yet upright. All his beliefs were fixed,
489 36 | his heart beating, all upset; and it seemed to him that
490 29 | And a doubt, a vague feeling of disquiet came
491 1 | beliefs were fixed, never varying. He believed sincerely that
492 36 | the sacred books tell. The verses of the Song of Songs began
493 25 | scattered notes -- their light, vibrant music that sets one dreaming,
494 7 | need of love that is always vibrating in them.~
495 38 | He surrounds it with such visible splendor?~
496 20 | his nocturnal walks when visiting the sick. And he smiled
497 31 | Why does it pour forth its voice in the mysterious night?~
498 10 | in the low tones of their voices when speaking to him, in
499 9 | except for nuns, whom their vows had rendered inoffensive;
500 20 | to carry in his nocturnal walks when visiting the sick.
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