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Tn a few moments his strength was exhausted, and M. M<strong>or</strong>-<br />
ii'il in raisin.'.; Iiiiu in Ills iiriim and n placing him in<br />
: l> il. lie <strong>the</strong>n stood beside his pillow in such a -way as to \>;<br />
open, his checks hollow and iivid, his lips waxy pale ; liis eyes<br />
alone still gleamed vividly, while, his fare alternately assumed<br />
blackisii <strong>or</strong> blueish, livid <strong>or</strong> purple hues.<br />
With folded arms, gravely and silently, M. M<strong>or</strong>ren kept his<br />
eyes fixed Badly on <strong>the</strong> dying man. He saw death rapidly approaching,<br />
and would have wished to allay (lie po<strong>or</strong> wretch s<br />
Bufferings, but he had not in his heart a single w<strong>or</strong>d o;<br />
latiou to address to his friend. He was f<strong>or</strong>eed to d> dine <strong>the</strong><br />
combat, and leave Death that implacable enemy, that jini-ie<br />
<strong>of</strong> all sinners free to t<strong>or</strong>ture this condemned patient, this un-<br />
f<strong>or</strong>tunate victim.<br />
tion and all his courage were beginning to fail him ; an en<strong>or</strong>mous<br />
load weighed on his chest ; he felt ho was on <strong>the</strong> point<br />
<strong>of</strong> being suffocated, and instinctively sighed f<strong>or</strong> a purer air, a<br />
calmer nnd m<strong>or</strong>e invig<strong>or</strong>ating atmosphere.<br />
<strong>The</strong> freethinker's sister was sobbing loudly,<br />
A DOUBLE 47<br />
able to restrain him if ano<strong>the</strong>r crisis unpenened. But, Midi ;\<br />
precaution .sei'iued no 1<br />
!<br />
br.-ast. Tt was I yes,<br />
longer u> Initiated on<br />
his deathbed, motionless, spi-eeh'ess, and a,ni[>.4 lifeless. Only<br />
from time to time a oomvnlsivb shuddering shook his limbs<br />
<strong>the</strong> hist<br />
flickering <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> flame. His month was already wido<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir I'<br />
me; undi-r tin ir tVi t,<br />
I<br />
with her face<br />
bent over <strong>the</strong> pillow ; she dared not fix her eyi s on <strong>the</strong> convulsed<br />
countenance <strong>of</strong> that bro<strong>the</strong>r whose err<strong>or</strong>s she had shared<br />
and whose miserable and dreadful agony she now contem-<br />
plated.<br />
Thus <strong>the</strong> moments passed. <strong>The</strong> sick man, from time to<br />
time, shuddered painfully; <strong>the</strong> phi/osophc, grave mid m jtion-<br />
less, meditated in silence; <strong>the</strong> young girl wrung her hands in<br />
mute despair; below stairs <strong>the</strong> three terrified iolidairee emptied<br />
many a bumper to give <strong>the</strong>mselves courage, but nobody<br />
prayed in that accursed house.<br />
And a sad and solemn silence had long reigned in that room,<br />
when at last a half-stifled rattle was heaid in <strong>the</strong> dying man's<br />
throat. <strong>The</strong> young girl <strong>the</strong>n raised her head; but at that moment<br />
Ernest's features had n less feverish and ferocious<br />
expression; consciousness, no doubt, was gradually returning.<br />
"Ernest," she murmured in his<br />
"<br />
ear, shall I call back <strong>the</strong><br />
'<br />
priest ?<br />
" <strong>The</strong> priest !" repeated <strong>the</strong> dying man in accents <strong>of</strong> rage and<br />
fury, as if that w<strong>or</strong>d alone ha:l awakened all his hatred. "No,<br />
no, <strong>the</strong> priest begone J Haven't I told you already he can't<br />
help me ? that I am condemned, lost ! that <strong>the</strong>re is no longer<br />
any possible pardon !"<br />
M. M<strong>or</strong>ren, <strong>the</strong>n approaching <strong>the</strong> unhappy man, strove to<br />
calm him.<br />
"Go away, go away; it's all over," said he, with a h<strong>or</strong>rible<br />
burst<br />
"<br />
<strong>of</strong> laughter. It's come at last that hour your nephew<br />
told me <strong>of</strong> bef<strong>or</strong>e, you remember. 'An hour will come, 'said he<br />
tome, 'when you'll wish in vain to believe; vihen you'll impl<strong>or</strong>e<br />
<strong>the</strong> assistance <strong>of</strong> a priest entreatingly, despairingly. But<br />
who knows if God will <strong>the</strong>n consent to hear you ?' Yes, yes, I<br />
see it; that hour has come at last. Here, here" and, speaking<br />
thus, he clasped his hand across his burning breast"!<br />
feel a fire burning me here; it's like a f<strong>or</strong>etaste <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fire <strong>of</strong><br />
hell that will soon ingulf me . . F<strong>or</strong> I see it now. M<strong>or</strong>ren,<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is a hell, and <strong>the</strong>re is a God, don't you know ? . . Well,<br />
if you don't know it, it is I who tell it to you I, <strong>the</strong> enemy <strong>of</strong><br />
. . <strong>The</strong>re is a God<br />
vulsively, as if to drive away some in. phantom.<br />
"Look!" he cried; "look! here *<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are * *<br />
!<br />
is your nephew, Van Dai I, mid thn !><br />
woman ami * * I<br />
i.<br />
kuow<br />
him, too. That s Via n, with in his<br />
was I who dec. d.'d MILNO t<<br />
<strong>the</strong> mounters, <strong>the</strong> tigers, ti'<br />
it was i<br />
"id feeble! ()]i! tln-y are ci<br />
I, th'y nr<br />
-lit !''<br />
And In' east his arms about f-vi'i-ishly and l>r -fully,<br />
while a convulsive gasping distended his Ihrout as if some,<br />
heavy biiiden was crushing him down.<br />
..at moment <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> opened and <strong>the</strong> sentinels <strong>of</strong> ]:<<br />
,i'd. Tho dying man d '<strong>the</strong>m and fixed o<br />
i 'nice upon his perfidious friends.<br />
:<br />
"Woe, woe!" "<br />
here <strong>the</strong>y are, <strong>the</strong> accui<br />
<strong>the</strong> demons <strong>of</strong> hell who are coming to carry me away."<br />
And, as if hi; felt <strong>the</strong> hand <strong>of</strong> death upon him at that mo-<br />
lie bo<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong>'s fa<strong>the</strong>r, too, was scnrcely conscious <strong>of</strong> what was going<br />
on around him. At one moment he thought himseif<br />
ment,<br />
stretched in his turn on that bed <strong>of</strong> pain awaiting <strong>the</strong> visit <strong>of</strong><br />
his Sovereign Judge, struggling with death. All his resolu-<br />
as if ho wished to escape his inevitable fate,<br />
out <strong>of</strong> bed, dashing f<strong>or</strong>ward with all <strong>the</strong> frenzy <strong>of</strong> desp.dr.<br />
But it was in vain. <strong>The</strong> po<strong>or</strong> wretch fell heavily i:pon tlio<br />
flo<strong>or</strong>. Tho fibre pcnuevr <strong>the</strong> freethinker was dead, and<br />
'<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong>'s fiitlr r lied precipitately out <strong>of</strong> that accursed hi<br />
When he returned home that night In<br />
scene <strong>of</strong> grief and tears. He had scarcely end i wingroom<br />
when he uttered a piercing cry <strong>of</strong> pain and nugush. His<br />
wife, se .ted sadly in a c<strong>or</strong>ner, was weeping in <strong>the</strong> arms <strong>of</strong> her<br />
sister and her niece.<br />
"What's <strong>the</strong> matter? What's <strong>the</strong> matter ?" cried <strong>the</strong> old<br />
man distractedly.<br />
Madame M<strong>or</strong>ren, with a trembling hand, gave him a<br />
bearing <strong>the</strong> stamp<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pontifical States. Tho uni<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r had no sooner ghmced at it than he uttered a :<br />
rending scre.im, and, prostrated with grief, fell upon <strong>the</strong> nearest<br />
seat.<br />
GHAPTEB XVII.<br />
THE TWO FATHERS.<br />
' Good day, dear Nina,"<br />
" Good day, Carlotta. And where are you coming from now,<br />
neighb<strong>or</strong> ?"<br />
Thus spoke, one pleasant December m<strong>or</strong>ning, two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
young girls whom we met in a previous chapter in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>ir pleasant chat near <strong>the</strong> Acqua Pauln.<br />
'And what do I see?" continued Nina, without giying her<br />
friend time to answer. "You've certainly been crying, f<strong>or</strong><br />
your eyes are quite red."<br />
"Alas lyes; and if you were with me, neighb<strong>or</strong>, I'm certain<br />
you'd have wept too. I've left <strong>the</strong> Bianchi's, where I had<br />
been to see Nunziata, who is always busy nursing that young<br />
Zouave. Oh ! Nina, one would have th night it was no 1<br />
a man but an angel he's so sweet and patient and calm and<br />
and '' here she began fobbing, covering her face with her<br />
handkerchief" my heart is still ready to break when I thiuk<br />
<strong>of</strong> it !"<br />
" But I really thought he was getting better since yester-<br />
day !"<br />
"<br />
Alas, no ! . . I'm afraid <strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d will soon summon<br />
him to his heavenly Paradise."<br />
" And yet we were so hopeful a. few days ago when we went<br />
<strong>the</strong> Christians; I, <strong>the</strong> libre penscur<br />
and <strong>the</strong>re is a hell !"<br />
And he wri<strong>the</strong>d convulsively on his bed, striving, in his<br />
anguish, to hide under his bed-clo<strong>the</strong>s his with Nunziata to pray to <strong>the</strong> Madonna di A'i7>j Agostino to<br />
preserve his life ! How moved I Mas at <strong>the</strong> grief <strong>of</strong> that po<strong>or</strong><br />
brow, already inundated<br />
with <strong>the</strong> cold sweat <strong>of</strong> death. Suddenly, as if some h<strong>or</strong>rible<br />
vision was unveiled to his sight, he shud. !<br />
'fully,<br />
; his eyes aifrightedly, and stretched f<strong>or</strong>.h his arms con-<br />
Nunziata when, weeping so bitterly, she began to recite <strong>the</strong><br />
Litany <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Blessed Virgin ! How fervently we all respond-<br />
'<br />
ed to her humble : prayer Grnzia, grazia, good Mary. You'll<br />
grant us grace, JMoth<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Divide Saviour.'"<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is a pious aud touching custom at Koine among <strong>the</strong><br />
women <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> people in <strong>the</strong> Trastevcro quarter. When one <strong>of</strong>