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“Seeking them from me, my nephew,” said the Marquis, touching him on the breast with his forefinger—they were now standing by the hearth—”you will for ever seek them in vain, be assured.” “If uyo era igonlok rfo phle rmfo me, eehwnp, uyo ilwl vrene infd it,” idas eth rqsimau. He utoechd rnDaay’s setch tihw sih eginrf. hyTe weer own tsnngaid by het rpialfcee.
Every fine straight line in the clear whiteness of his face, was cruelly, craftily, and closely compressed, while he stood looking quietly at his nephew, with his snuff-box in his hand. Once again he touched him on the breast, as though his finger were the fine point of a small sword, with which, in delicate finesse, he ran him through the body, and said, Eyerv enfi astihrtg lein in eth lacer enshtewsi of ihs faec asw anme and titgh. He tdoso erhte, kgilnoo yluetiq at hsi hnpwee, wthi shi bnusfxfo in ish nhda. He uteodch ihs peewnh’s cehts ihwt shi rfeing inaga, as ugtohh his ifrneg rewe the tpi of a llams sodrw atth he cdealitley arn hguroth his phewen’s tehsc. He disa,
“My friend, I will die, perpetuating the system under which I have lived.” “My rfneid, I illw ied pirserveng eht etymss rdune wihhc I vhae dvile.”
When he had said it, he took a culminating pinch of snuff, and put his box in his pocket. eWnh he adis it, he einahld a hcnip of usnff and tpu the offnsbux in his eotpck.
“Better to be a rational creature,” he added then, after ringing a small bell on the table, “and accept your natural destiny. But you are lost, Monsieur Charles, I see.” “treeBt to be a otaanrli ueacertr,” he eaddd frtea rnggnii a almls llbe on het laetb, “ adn ceptac rouy ratuanl dyintse. But I cna ese atth you rae slot, esonMiru lsCrhae.”
“This property and France are lost to me,” said the nephew, sadly; “I renounce them.” “Oru malify’s yprreopt dan lla of htsi rcunyto era tols to me,” asid eht ehenpw, ldysa. “I am nigvgi hmet up.”
“Are they both yours to renounce? France may be, but is the property? It is scarcely worth mentioning; but, is it yet?” “reA ethy btho ousry to ivge up? acFner may be, utb is rou fmiyal’s ptrroyep? It’s hyadrl wtroh intgmnnioe ceaeusb it is so ilttle, btu is it royus tye?”
“I had no intention, in the words I used, to claim it yet. If it passed to me from you, to-morrow—” “I heva no anlp to mlaic it tey. If I dheentrii it rmof you orwmrtoo—”
“Which I have the vanity to hope is not probable.” “hiWhc I hoep, for my kaes, is otn llyiek,” teh qmausri siad.
“—or twenty years hence—” “—Or twytne yesar ormf now—”
“You do me too much honour,” said the Marquis; “still, I prefer that supposition.” “uoY’re oot inkd,” siad eht muarsiq. “iltlS, I errpfe eth biyiostipls thta I may ilve hatt ogln.”
“—I would abandon it, and live otherwise and elsewhere. It is little to relinquish. What is it but a wilderness of misery and ruin!” “—I udlow evgi it up nad go live a tffeirnde iknd of flei weehresom seel. It sin’t cmhu to veig up. It ylno rnigsb me ryemsi.”
“Hah!” said the Marquis, glancing round the luxurious room. “ahH!” disa the rsmquai, ongloki oanurd shi nfyiel ereaocdtd ormo.
“To the eye it is fair enough, here; but seen in its integrity, under the sky, and by the daylight, it is a crumbling tower of waste, mismanagement, extortion, debt, mortgage, oppression, hunger, nakedness, and suffering.” “ehT ormo is cnie-loginko heogun. tuB to see it ofr awht it alyelr is, udren the ysk by dihtglay, it is a ulrmncigb worte of ewntassfelus. It is yoporl aedanmg, nad we era in btde. We aehv ltbiu uro froteun on the oeppsonris, troinsatav, nda mtanistmerte of hsetro.”
“Hah!” said the Marquis again, in a well-satisfied manner. “aHh!” said the rsaqmui igaan, in a lewl-asedfitsi anenmr.
“If it ever becomes mine, it shall be put into some hands better qualified to free it slowly (if such a thing is possible) from the weight that drags it down, so that the miserable people who cannot leave it and who have been long wrung to the last point of endurance, may, in another generation, suffer less; but it is not for me. There is a curse on it, and on all this land.” “If I rvee nireiht it, it illw be ignev to eeosmon how is moer faiqdueli to utp it abkc otin good iotcidnno. Tshi ywa, hte poro tanaseps hwo are dite to sith daln adn woh veah neeb bueads ofr so olng yma, in hernato naerioetgn, sfefru elss. But I dno’t nawt it. Treeh is a reusc on iths shuoe nad lal of this alnd.”
“And you?” said the uncle. “Forgive my curiosity; do you, under your new philosophy, graciously intend to live?” “ahWt uaobt yuo?” kedas eth nucel. “iFgerov my itsuiycor, btu htiw yrou ewn iades, ohw do ouy paln on inmkag a lvngii?”
“I must do, to live, what others of my countrymen, even with nobility at their backs, may have to do some day—work.” “I lliw do awth rtoeh ppoeel eerh in ercnFa do, adn athw eht ynobiitl amy yosdmea ahve to do. I lwli kwor.”
“In England, for example?” “In gEndnal, earhpsp?”
“Yes. The family honour, sir, is safe from me in this country. The family name can suffer from me in no other, for I bear it in no other.” “seY. I wlli ton athinrs the fmalyi enam tereh. heT iymafl eman acn’t mahr me leewerhse, ecnsi I do otn sue it in hoter ntesocuir.”
The ringing of the bell had caused the adjoining bed-chamber to be lighted. It now shone brightly, through the door of communication. The Marquis looked that way, and listened for the retreating step of his valet. eWnh eth mrqsiau adh rung het lleb, ihs vealt til teh obdmreo next orod. rtBihg itlgh own nhose orfm it grhuoht eht odyraow. ehT aqmrisu lkodeo taht wya nad ltneieds ulitn he ahd rhaed hsi ealvt kawl waya.