Conscience — Complete eBook

Hector Malot
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 318 pages of information about Conscience — Complete.

Conscience — Complete eBook

Hector Malot
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 318 pages of information about Conscience — Complete.

“Forgive me.”

“I have nothing to forgive; in your place I should think as you do, but I believe that in mine you would act as I do.”

“Be sure that I have never had an idea of blame in my heart for what is with you an affair of dignity.  It is because you are high and proud that I love you so passionately.”

She rose.

“Are you going?” he asked.

“I want to carry Madame Dammauville’s words to mamma; you can imagine with what anguish she awaits me.”

“Let us, go.  I will leave you at the boulevard to go to see Nougarede.”

The interview with the advocate was short.

“You see, dear friend, that my plan is good; bring Madame Dammauville to court, and we shall have some pleasant moments.”

This time Saniel had not the hesitation of the previous evening, and he entered the first barber-shop he saw.  When he returned to his rooms he lighted two candles, and placing them on the mantle, he looked at himself in the glass.

Coquetry had never been his sin, and often weeks passed without his looking in a mirror, so indifferent was he when making his toilet.  However, as a young boy he sometimes looked in his small glass, asking himself what he would become, and he could now recall his looks—­an energetic face with clearly drawn features, a physiognomy open and frank, without being pretty, but not disagreeable.  His beard had concealed all this; but now that it was gone, he said to himself without much reflection that he would find again, without doubt, the boy he remembered.

What he saw in the glass was a forehead lined transversely; oblique eyebrows, raised at the inside extremity, and a mouth with tightened lips turned down at the corners; furrows were hollowed in the cheeks; and the whole physiognomy, harassed, ravaged, expressed hardness.

What had become of that of the young man of other days?  He had before him the man that life had made, and of whom the violent contractions of the muscles of the face had modelled the expression.

“Truly, the mouth of an assassin!” he murmured.

Then, looking at his shaved head, he added with a smile: 

“And perhaps that of one condemned to death, whose toilet has just been made for the guillotine.”

CHAPTER XXIX

A BROKEN NEGATIVE

To have made himself unrecognizable was, without doubt, a safe precaution; but having started on this course, he would not be easy until he had destroyed all traces of himself in such a way that Madame Dammauville would never be able to find the man that she had seen so clearly under Caffie’s lamp.

Precisely because he was not vain and had no pretension to beauty, he had escaped the photograph mania.  Once only he had been photographed in spite of himself, simply to oblige a classmate who had abandoned medicine for photography.

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