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worth having except sensations？〃
〃Why； certainly； Madame；〃 I answered； 〃but then we must take into
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consideration the nature of the sensations themselves。 Those which a
noble memory or a grand spectacle creates within us certainly represent
what is best in human life； but those merely resulting from the menace of
danger seem to me sensations which one should be very careful to avoid
as much as possible。 For example； would you think it a very pleasant thing；
Madame； while travelling over the mountains at midnight； to find the
muzzle of a carbine suddenly pressed against your forehead？〃
〃Oh； no！〃 she replied； 〃the comic…operas have made carbines
absolutely ridiculous； and it would be a great misfortune to any young
woman to find herself in danger from an absurd weapon。 But it would be
quite different with a knifea very cold and very bright knife blade； which
makes a cold shudder go right through one's heart。〃
She shuddered even as she spoke； closed her eyes； and threw her head
back。 Then she resumed：
〃People like you are so happy！ You can interest yourselves in all sorts
of things！〃
She gave a sidelong look at her husband； who was talking with the
innkeeper。 Then she leaned towards me； and murmured very low：
〃You see； Dimitri and I； we are both suffering from ennui！ We have
still the match…boxes。 But at last one gets tired even of match…boxes。
Besides； our collection will soon be complete。 And then what are we going
to do？〃
〃Oh； Madame！〃 I exclaimed； touched by the moral unhappiness of this
pretty person； 〃if you only had a son； then you would know what to do。
You would then learn the purpose of your life； and your thoughts would
become at once more serious and yet more cheerful。〃
〃But I have a son；〃 she replied。 〃He is a big boy； he is eleven years old；
and he suffers from ennui like the rest of us。 Yes； my George has ennui；
too； he is tired of everything。 It is very wretched。〃
She glanced again towards her husband； who was superintending the
harnessing of the mules on the road outsidetesting the condition of girths
and straps。 Then she asked me whether there had been many changes on
the Quai Malaquais during the past ten years。 She declared she never
visited that neighbourhood because it was too far way。
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〃Too far from Monte Allegro？〃 I queried。
〃Why； no！〃 she replied。 〃Too far from the Avenue des Champs Elysees；
where we live。〃
And she murmured over again； as if talking to herself； 〃Too far！too
far！〃 in a tone of reverie which I could not possibly account for。 All at
once she smiled again； and said to me；
〃I like you； Monsieur Bonnard！I like you very； very much！〃
The mules had been harnessed。 The young woman hastily picked up a
few oranges which had rolled off her lap； rose up； looked at me； and burst
out laughing。
〃Oh！〃 she exclaimed； 〃how I should like to see you grappling with the
brigands！ You would say such extraordinary things to them！。。。 Please take
my hat； and hold my umbrella for me； Monsieur Bonnard。〃
〃What a strange little mind！〃 I thought to myself； as I followed her。 〃It
could only have been in a moment of inexcusable thoughtlessness that
Nature gave a child to such a giddy little woman！〃
Girgenti。 Same day。
Her manners had shocked me。 I left her to arrange herself in her
lettica； and I made myself as comfortable as I could in my own。 These
vehicles； which have no wheels； are carried by two mulesone before and
one behind。 This kind of litter； or chaise； is of ancient origin。 I had often
seen representations of similar ones in the French MSS。 of the fourteenth
century。 I had no idea then that one of those vehicles would be at a future
day placed at my own disposal。 We must never be too sure of anything。
For three hours the mules sounded their little bells； and thumped the
calcined ground with their hoofs。 On either hand there slowly defiled by
us the barren monstrous shapes of a nature totally African。
Half…way we made a halt to allow our animals to recover breath。
Madame Trepof came to me on the road； took my arm； and drew me a
little away from the party。 Then； very suddenly； she said to me in a tone of
voice I had never heard before：
〃Do not think that I am a wicked woman。 My George knows that I am
a good mother。〃
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We walked side by side for a moment in silence。 She looked up； and I
saw that she was crying。
〃Madame；〃 I said to her； 〃look at this soil which has been burned and
cracked by five long months of fiery heat。 A little white lily has sprung up
from it。〃
And I pointed with my cane to the frail stalk； tipped by a double
blossom。
〃Your heart；〃 I said； 〃however arid it be； bears also its white lily； and
that is reason enough why I do not believe that you are what you saya
wicked woman。〃
〃Yes； yes； yes！〃 she cried； with the obstinacy of a child〃I am a
wicked woman。 But I am ashamed to appear so before you who are so
goodso very； very good。〃
〃You do not know anything at all about it；〃 I said to her。
〃I know it！ I know all about you； Monsieur Bonnard！〃 she declared；
with a smile。
And she jumped back into her lettica。
Girgenti； November 30； 1859。
I awoke the following morning in the House of Gellias。 Gellias was a
rich citizen of ancient Agrigentum。 He was equally celebrated for his
generosity and for his wealth； and he endowed his native city with a great
number of free inns。 Gellias has been dead for thirteen hundred years； and
nowadays there is no gratuitous hospitality among civilised peoples。 But
the name of Gellias has become that of a hotel in which； by reason of
fatigue； I was able to obtain one good night's sleep。
The modern Girgenti lifts its high； narrow； solid streets； dominated by
a sombre Spanish cathedral； upon the side of the acropolis of the antique
Agrigentum。 I can see from my windows； half…way on the hillside towards
the sea； the white range of temples partially destroyed。 The ruins alone
have some aspect of coolness。 All the rest is arid。 Water and life have
forsaken Agrigentine。 Waterthe divine Nestis of the Agrigentine
Empedoclesis so necessary to animated beings that nothing can live far
from the rivers and the springs。 But the port of Girgenti； situated at a
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distance of three kilometres from the city； has a great commerce。 〃And it is
in this dismal city；〃 I said to myself； 〃upon this precipitous rock； that the
manuscript of Clerk Alexander is to be found！〃 I asked my way to the
house of Signor Michel…Angelo Polizzi； and proceeded thither。
I found Signor Polizzi； dressed all in white from head to feet； busy
cooking sausages in a frying…pan。 At the sight of