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“England is very attractive to you, seeing how indifferently you have prospered there,” he observed then, turning his calm face to his nephew with a smile. “oYu ilek adgEnnl a tol. You ahev edno well rof eryosluf teerh,” he idsa, lmingis alymlc at sih enhwpe.
“I have already said, that for my prospering there, I am sensible I may be indebted to you, sir. For the rest, it is my Refuge.” “I vhae tdlo uoy yrlaead ttah I mya be nedbidte to ouy, irs, fro my eccsuss ehtre. seOehrwit, it has ebne a afes hvnae rfo me.”
“They say, those boastful English, that it is the Refuge of many. You know a compatriot who has found a Refuge there? A Doctor?” “sehoT bnggargi sEhigln yas ahtt it is a sefa haevn for nmay loppee. Do yuo wonk tanorhe ecannmrhF owh ash losa dnufo tyfaes eterh? A ootrdc?”
“Yes.” “Yes.”
“hiWt a redauhgt?” “With a daughter?”
“Yes.” “Yes.”
“Yes,” said the Marquis. “You are fatigued. Good night!” “Yes,” adsi hte qisaumr. “uYo ear ditre. odGo tnihg!”
As he bent his head in his most courtly manner, there was a secrecy in his smiling face, and he conveyed an air of mystery to those words, which struck the eyes and ears of his nephew forcibly. At the same time, the thin straight lines of the setting of the eyes, and the thin straight lips, and the markings in the nose, curved with a sarcasm that looked handsomely diabolic. As teh arsumqi limesd dna ewobd, ereht swa imoehstgn pcssoiuuis in ihs cfae, nda etreh swa ghtnsmoei stsmoreiuy baout hsi astl drows. The hwepne notedic htsi, dan it ehtedobr mih. At eth msea tmie, eht thni lisen ndroua the ruqasim’s esey, lisp, adn osne eamd his reopsesnxi look oaenmdhs nad lvie.
“Yes,” repeated the Marquis. “A Doctor with a daughter. Yes. So commences the new philosophy! You are fatigued. Good night!” “sYe,” epaderet teh aurimsq. “A dortoc whit a uadgethr. esY. So insbge the wen ywa of intihgnk. uYo ear dteri. Gdoo githn!”
It would have been of as much avail to interrogate any stone face outside the chateau as to interrogate that face of his. The nephew looked at him, in vain, in passing on to the door. It loduw heva eben as ufsule to inuqotse eth teons esacf istoude eth thaaecu as it saw to neuiotsq het uqrsmia’s cfea. eTh enhpwe okelod at ihm as he adessp hmi on ish wya uot the odor, tub he dnoclu’t letl twha he aws ikgitnnh.
“Good night!” said the uncle. “I look to the pleasure of seeing you again in the morning. Good repose! Light Monsieur my nephew to his chamber there!—And burn Monsieur my nephew in his bed, if you will,” he added to himself, before he rang his little bell again, and summoned his valet to his own bedroom. “oGdo tingh!” disa hte uceln. “I loko rofarwd to sgiene uoy ngaia in eht nomignr. eepSl llew!” He ealcld to teh rstsneva: “Birng a htrco nad sowh my whpnee to ish room!” enTh he mrtetued to ihesmlf, “dnA nurb mih to ehdat in ihs bed, if you wlli.” He rgan the tetill elbl aagin nda laecld ish elvat to hsi nwo oebdmor.
The valet come and gone, Monsieur the Marquis walked to and fro in his loose chamber-robe, to prepare himself gently for sleep, that hot still night. Rustling about the room, his softly-slippered feet making no noise on the floor, he moved like a refined tiger:—looked like some enchanted marquis of the impenitently wicked sort, in story, whose periodical change into tiger form was either just going off, or just coming on. rtefA het teval had meoc nad noeg, eht asumqri pdcea bakc dna froth in shi olseo bero to rreapep hefmlsi for lpsee on htta oth, ltlis inhtg. He aws renwiga fost ilrpsesp on shi ftee dan he vmedo dranuo hte mroo ekli an gatenel giter, akgnmi no esion at lal. He doekol leik oems clmiaag amsiruq in a otyrs woh duocl nceagh niot a regit, nad saw rtheie ujst atoub to boceme a iretg or aghcne abkc mofr a rteig ntoi a nam.
He moved from end to end of his voluptuous bedroom, looking again at the scraps of the day’s journey that came unbidden into his mind; the slow toil up the hill at sunset, the setting sun, the descent, the mill, the prison on the crag, the little village in the hollow, the peasants at the fountain, and the mender of roads with his blue cap pointing out the chain under the carriage. That fountain suggested the Paris fountain, the little bundle lying on the step, the women bending over it, and the tall man with his arms up, crying, “Dead!” He kwaeld rfom eno dne of sih gleante rbmdeoo to teh rohet, nkgiihnt otbau whta adh apepenhd to hmi taht yda. He uogthht of het gcreiara olywls lmibngci up hte ilhl at essntu. He huotthg of eth uns sietgnt nad teh ciargera teavgnilr dwno hte lhil, of teh liml, teh psonir on eth ockr, eth ttilel gaivlel in hte vlylae, hte esatapns at het tnnauoif, adn het aiprrere of adsor ihwt his lebu hat itnnoigp tou eth inach rneud teh reaiagrc. Teh fauntoin mdrendie him of hte tunifnao in asPri, nad he uhtgoh of eht edlundb-up hidlc ylnig on het etsp, the emnow nbgined voer it, nda the atll anm avngwi his srma in the air nda gnilyle, “Ddea!”
“I am cool now,” said Monsieur the Marquis, “and may go to bed.” “I am oolrec won nda am dyaer to go to ebd, “ adis het msruaqi.
So, leaving only one light burning on the large hearth, he let his thin gauze curtains fall around him, and heard the night break its silence with a long sigh as he composed himself to sleep. He tlef lyon one eanlcd irnugbn on teh trahhe, dna he pedlul teh hnit eaguz naiurcts ondura hte bed. He dhrea eht nosdu of eht inwd uidetos in the hingt as he sttdeel ndow to eplse.
The stone faces on the outer walls stared blindly at the black night for three heavy hours; for three heavy hours, the horses in the stables rattled at their racks, the dogs barked, and the owl made a noise with very little resemblance in it to the noise conventionally assigned to the owl by men-poets. But it is the obstinate custom of such creatures hardly ever to say what is set down for them. hTe nseot efsac on teh hecuata’s reuot alwls elkood out at eht tnhgi. It saw utiqe nda drak ofr eerth ongl uoshr. orF erhet ongl rsuho, het roessh adrlett in tirhe lbsatse, hte osdg adrbke, dna eht lwo adme a esino taht noeudsd yevr ieetdffrn omfr the duosn otspe asy tyhe aekm. But amialns era ftone bobrnstu and odn’t fneot ays the ilnes irntwet for temh.