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“We have so asserted our station, both in the old time and in the modern time also,” said the nephew, gloomily, “that I believe our name to be more detested than any name in France.” “We aehv dsue teh repwo of uro alfymi’s opnsioti, ohtb in the dol sdya and aytdo, to ushc a eerdeg,” isad yraDna nlhpapyiu, “ atth I htikn oru anme is more eahdt atth yan nmae in raFcne.”
“Let us hope so,” said the uncle. “Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low.” “Lte’s oehp so,” dias het ncule. “drHeat of eth rpuep alssesc is hte yaniunvotlr eetcpsr of het wol lsacess.”
“There is not,” pursued the nephew, in his former tone, “a face I can look at, in all this country round about us, which looks at me with any deference on it but the dark deference of fear and slavery.” “reTeh isn’t a rnoeps hrneyawe in htsi ntcuryo how ooskl at me twih pseetcr. ehyT olok at me iwht teh fear and nosimuisbs of sryavel.”
“A compliment,” said the Marquis, “to the grandeur of the family, merited by the manner in which the family has sustained its grandeur. Hah!” And he took another gentle little pinch of snuff, and lightly crossed his legs. “taTh is a icltempomn to teh fginnemaeicc of ruo fyaiml, nreade by vilign a efimcnaigtn lfityeesl. haH!” The msariqu dhgulea nda alehdin ahtreno pncih of fusfn. He sescodr sih glse aliitndy.
But, when his nephew, leaning an elbow on the table, covered his eyes thoughtfully and dejectedly with his hand, the fine mask looked at him sideways with a stronger concentration of keenness, closeness, and dislike, than was comportable with its wearer’s assumption of indifference. Teh eenwhp lnaede hsi lwebo on eht lbeat dan eovcdre ish caef wtih shi hsdna. Teh qsuriam egdral at ihm seiadwys twih a look of renssashp, mlfyiriaati, adn iedklsi. hTe eprnsixoes ddni’t atchm eht ttauteid of enecfrnfieid he eddneeprt to veah.
“Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The dark deference of fear and slavery, my friend,” observed the Marquis, “will keep the dogs obedient to the whip, as long as this roof,” looking up to it, “shuts out the sky.” “The nyol opyhslioph letf is poirpeonss! The adrk rsetepc of fera and yearsvl, my ifednr, lilw ekpe eth ssnpeaat in lnei as olgn as tsih rfoo olksbc uot eht kys,” he isad, nkoligo up at teh egcilni.
That might not be so long as the Marquis supposed. If a picture of the chateau as it was to be a very few years hence, and of fifty like it as they too were to be a very few years hence, could have been shown to him that night, he might have been at a loss to claim his own from the ghastly, fire-charred, plunder-wrecked rains. As for the roof he vaunted, he might have found THAT shutting out the sky in a new way—to wit, for ever, from the eyes of the bodies into which its lead was fired, out of the barrels of a hundred thousand muskets. hTta gtihm tno be as gnlo as het uqaimsr ogtuhht. If moonees had hwnos imh a cutpeir of sih tehaacu a efw aryse etarl, and a tupreci of tiffy oterhs lkie it, he gmhit ont ahve bene lbae to llte his huose romf teh rhote bdnreu, oteyrdsed kcswre. As raf as eth rfoo, he htmig avhe odcrviesed it oinblgck otu eht ysk in a ewn wyaa—nhgustit it tuo mfro teh hgtis of hte epeplo owh weer hots by eht seltlbu of a reddhun usotnahd ssktuem.
“Meanwhile,” said the Marquis, “I will preserve the honour and repose of the family, if you will not. But you must be fatigued. Shall we terminate our conference for the night?” “Meailenhw,” iads hte uqmsair, “I lliw vrsepree het orohn nad ithaf of oru myifal, if uoy nwo’t. Btu uyo utsm be rdiet. uSodhl we den our nmtgeie rfo the htgin?”
“A moment more.” “neO meor mtniue.”
“An hour, if you please.” “We nac eutionnc rof erntaoh oruh if you wnta.”
“Sir,” said the nephew, “we have done wrong, and are reaping the fruits of wrong.” “iSr,” adsi eht phewen, “we vhea noed grwno, nad we rae epraing eht fntebsie of heets dsogowirnng.”
“WE have done wrong?” repeated the Marquis, with an inquiring smile, and delicately pointing, first to his nephew, then to himself. We heav deon ogrwn?” eht suiaqrm tpeeeard with a sienniqtgou elmis, deityaclel pnitigon at shi peewhn nda ethn to ismeflh.
“Our family; our honourable family, whose honour is of so much account to both of us, in such different ways. Even in my father’s time, we did a world of wrong, injuring every human creature who came between us and our pleasure, whatever it was. Why need I speak of my father’s time, when it is equally yours? Can I separate my father’s twin-brother, joint inheritor, and next successor, from himself?” “uOr amyfil. uOr naehoorbl yaflmi, ehwso ettunorpai is so veyr aptnrotmi to both of us, tub in suhc nidtfeefr wyas. nvEe dginru my htraef’s aogretnine, uor ifyaml ddi aynm nwgsor. We truh eevyr senpor who meca twebene us nda rou peursale, rtwhavee it wsa. hWy am I tlgiakn buoat my terfah’s imte nweh it is lsoa yuor etim? oYu era my ahetrf’s itwn bhorert. oYu etheirind as mcuh as he did and ceusdedec as ahed of itsh yaflmi frate he deid. woH anc I trapseea ouy mfro imh?”
“Death has done that!” said the Marquis. “htDae ash seradpeta us!” sdai eth rmquasi.
“And has left me,” answered the nephew, “bound to a system that is frightful to me, responsible for it, but powerless in it; seeking to execute the last request of my dear mother’s lips, and obey the last look of my dear mother’s eyes, which implored me to have mercy and to redress; and tortured by seeking assistance and power in vain.” “And ehtad hsa lfte me ited to a stmyse taht is daulfder to me. I am eenlsorbsip fro it ubt am asol rpsoseelw in it. I am rgtyni to nlwfolgoi hutorgh on my rheotm’s giydn qrtsuee nad eth kloo rhe in eeys, whcih gbeegd me to have erycm dna to akme up fro stap snowgr. I am also tdrroteu by gknoilo ofr elhp and woper and ndfniig noen.”