. La Comedie Humaine . cacy? The graces of childhood, of virgin inno-cence, were visible behind that domino. Though partedand walking, these two beings were like the groups ofFlora and Zephyrus entwined, as we see them, by dis-tinguished sculptors; but here was something morethan sculpture, that grandest of arts. Lucien and hisdomino recalled those angels playing with birds andflowers, such as Gian-Belliui has painted beneath theportraits of the Virgin-Mother ; Lucien and this womanbelonged to Fantasy, which is higher than Art as causeis higher than effect. When this woman, oblivious of all, c
. La Comedie Humaine . cacy? The graces of childhood, of virgin inno-cence, were visible behind that domino. Though partedand walking, these two beings were like the groups ofFlora and Zephyrus entwined, as we see them, by dis-tinguished sculptors; but here was something morethan sculpture, that grandest of arts. Lucien and hisdomino recalled those angels playing with birds andflowers, such as Gian-Belliui has painted beneath theportraits of the Virgin-Mother ; Lucien and this womanbelonged to Fantasy, which is higher than Art as causeis higher than effect. When this woman, oblivious of all, came withina step of the watching group, Bixiou cried out, Esther! The unfortunate creature turned her headquickly, as persons do when they hear themselvescalled, recognized the malicious querist, and droppedher head on her breast, as the head of the dying fallswhen the last breath leaves it. A jarring laugh brokefrom the group of men, who dispersed into the crowd Lucien, supporting her on bis arm, disappeared with her/. Georges Cain Copyripht i8q6 ty Roberts Bros Precede Goupil Lucien de Rulempre. 23 like mice making for their holes. Rastignac alone re-mained, that he might not seem to fly before Luciensflaming glance. He saw before him two sorrows,equally profound, though veiled, - - that of the poolTorpille, struck down as by a thunderbolt; that ofthe strange, incomprehensible mask, the only remain-ing person of the late group. Esther said a word inLuciens ear as her knees gave way under her, andLucien, supporting her on his arm, disappeared withher. Rastignac followed the pair with his eye, stand-ing lost in reflection. 4How did she get the name of Torpille? said asombre voice, which struck to his very vitals, for itwas not disguised. It is 7ie, indeed,--escaped again! murmuredRastignac to himself. Silence! or I strangle you, said the mask, inanother voice. I am satisfied with you; you havekept your word, and more than one arm is now atyour service. Henceforth be dumb as the
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