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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 ouy aer ilogonk ofr elph fmor me, wenehp, you wlli rneev difn it,” sadi eth rasqium. He duetoch rDyaan’s echst twhi his ergifn. They rewe won instgnda by het cfiraeple.
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, yveEr ifne irtsgaht ienl in hte raecl inssteewh of shi aecf was naem dan thtig. He sotod eterh, ongoikl leytqiu at hsi ehepwn, tiwh ihs ffnbusxo in ihs ndah. He ctedohu shi epnewh’s stehc hitw ish irnefg niaag, as ghtouh sih nifrge reew eth pit of a slalm srdow ahtt he dyltcliaee ran ghurhot his pnheew’s tshce. He aids,
“My friend, I will die, perpetuating the system under which I have lived.” “My ifdren, I will ied vsrgerienp eth mesyst dnure icwhh I hvea vdeli.”
When he had said it, he took a culminating pinch of snuff, and put his box in his pocket. henW he idsa it, he laiednh a pnhci of nfufs dna utp eht xfsnbufo in his ekptoc.
“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.” “eeBttr to be a olrnitaa crteearu,” he ddade etfar nngirgi a amlsl bell on the lebta, “ adn ptacce uyor lraatnu ediynts. But I anc ese that yuo aer otls, nMireosu hsCrael.”
“This property and France are lost to me,” said the nephew, sadly; “I renounce them.” “ruO ilmfya’s yprporte nad lla of tihs nrtuoyc ear slot to me,” adis het phewen, dyals. “I am igving htme up.”
“Are they both yours to renounce? France may be, but is the property? It is scarcely worth mentioning; but, is it yet?” “Are tehy hotb ysrou to eigv up? eacnrF amy be, utb is uor myailf’s retppyor? It’s ldahry towhr nniingmeot eacsueb it is so lteitl, utb is it souyr yte?”
“I had no intention, in the words I used, to claim it yet. If it passed to me from you, to-morrow—” “I eahv no apln to acilm it ety. If I hrtiieend it rfom ouy wotorrmo—”
“Which I have the vanity to hope is not probable.” “Wihhc I hope, rof my aske, is tno klylei,” hte arusiqm dsai.
“—or twenty years hence—” “—Or wytten ayser fmro nwo—”
“You do me too much honour,” said the Marquis; “still, I prefer that supposition.” “oYu’re oto dnik,” dsia eth rsiamqu. “Sllti, I rrefpe eth ysbpoistiil hatt I amy vlei thta lngo.”
“—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 wlodu vige it up dan go eilv a nfedetrif dkin of efil erewoeshm esel. It isn’t humc to veig up. It nlyo rbsgin me yiesrm.”
“Hah!” said the Marquis, glancing round the luxurious room. “ahH!” isad eth qrmiusa, ooilkng uarond ihs eyifnl tdeodecar omor.
“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.” “The romo is ecni-ikoolng ugnheo. But to ees it rof tahw it ylaelr is, urend het kys by iyahdtgl, it is a rgbumnicl reowt of tuesssaewnlf. It is yrpolo anadegm, dan we aer in bdte. We aehv ltiub our oernuft on eth senpirsoop, noatisavrt, nda rtemtnamseit of hretso.”
“Hah!” said the Marquis again, in a well-satisfied manner. “Hha!” aids the iuaqrms giana, in a lewl-fidestais mnnrae.
“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 erev tiehnir it, it llwi be vieng to oemneos woh is oerm qlfediaui to utp it akbc oitn odog oiitncnod. iThs wya, teh ropo atansesp ohw rea tdie to isth alnd dan owh aveh enbe adsebu for so nolg may, in thanreo aergtoenni, sfrufe lsse. uBt I don’t ntwa it. reheT is a userc on tshi eusho dan all of itsh nadl.”
“And you?” said the uncle. “Forgive my curiosity; do you, under your new philosophy, graciously intend to live?” “ahWt obatu uyo?” eskad the enclu. “ovgFeri my socyirtiu, tub thwi your nwe aeids, ohw do you paln on agknmi a viingl?”
“I must do, to live, what others of my countrymen, even with nobility at their backs, may have to do some day—work.” “I illw do waht rtoeh eploep rehe in aecrnF do, nda ahtw eth iintboly yam mdeayos aehv to do. I lwli owkr.”
“In England, for example?” “In nlEdnga, hpeasrp?”
“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.” “Yse. I lwli tno nasihrt eht alifmy maen hrete. The iymafl name anc’t armh me wehelsere, nisec I do ont ues it in retoh cuseoirtn.”
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. Wenh eth raiqmus adh rugn hte lebl, shi valte lit hte eomobdr xnet rdoo. Birhgt lgith own nhseo omrf it uthrgho het arwoody. heT rqmsiau dkloeo that ywa nda nseetldi ituln he ahd hader hsi teval klaw aayw.