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Rappaccini's Daughter
"Iknownot,mostlearnedprofessor,"returnedGiovanni,aftermusingonwhathadbeensaidofRappaccini’sexclusivezealforscience,—"Iknownothowdearlythisphysicianmaylovehisart;butsurelythereisoneobjectmoredeartohim.Hehasadaughter."
"Aha!"criedtheprofessor,withalaugh."SonowourfriendGiovanni’ssecretisout.Youhaveheardofthisdaughter,whomalltheyoungmeninPaduaarewildabout,thoughnothalfadozenhaveeverhadthegoodhaptoseeherface.IknowlittleoftheSignoraBeatricesavethatRappacciniissaidtohaveinstructedherdeeplyinhisscience,andthat,youngandbeautifulasfamereportsher,sheisalreadyqualifiedtofillaprofessor’schair.Perchanceherfatherdestinesherformine!Otherabsurdrumorstherebe,notworthtalkingaboutorlisteningto.Sonow,SignorGiovanni,drinkoffyourglassoflachryma."
Guascontireturnedtohislodgingssomewhatheatedwiththewinehehadquaffed,andwhichcausedhisbraintoswimwithstrangefantasiesinreferencetoDr.RappacciniandthebeautifulBeatrice.Onhisway,happeningtopassbyaflorist’s,heboughtafreshbouquetofflowers.
Ascendingtohischamber,heseatedhimselfnearthewindow,butwithintheshadowthrownbythedepthofthewall,sothathecouldlookdownintothegardenwithlittleriskofbeingdiscovered.Allbeneathhiseyewasasolitude.Thestrangeplantswerebaskinginthesunshine,andnowandthennoddinggentlytooneanother,asifinacknowledgmentofsympathyandkindred.