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Rappaccini's Daughter
Blessedareallsimpleemotions,betheydarkorbright!Itistheluridintermixtureofthetwothatproducestheilluminatingblazeoftheinfernalregions.
SometimesheendeavoredtoassuagethefeverofhisspiritbyarapidwalkthroughthestreetsofPaduaorbeyonditsgates:hisfootstepskepttimewiththethrobbingsofhisbrain,sothatthewalkwasapttoaccelerateitselftoarace.Onedayhefoundhimselfarrested;hisarmwasseizedbyaportlypersonage,whohadturnedbackonrecognizingtheyoungmanandexpendedmuchbreathinovertakinghim.
"SignorGiovanni!Stay,myyoungfriend!"criedhe."Haveyouforgottenme?ThatmightwellbethecaseifIwereasmuchalteredasyourself."
ItwasBaglioni,whomGiovannihadavoidedeversincetheirfirstmeeting,fromadoubtthattheprofessor’ssagacitywouldlooktoodeeplyintohissecrets.Endeavoringtorecoverhimself,hestaredforthwildlyfromhisinnerworldintotheouteroneandspokelikeamaninadream.
"Yes;IamGiovanniGuasconti.YouareProfessorPietroBaglioni.Nowletmepass!"
"Notyet,notyet,SignorGiovanniGuasconti,"saidtheprofessor,smiling,butatthesametimescrutinizingtheyouthwithanearnestglance."What!didIgrowupsidebysidewithyourfather?andshallhissonpassmelikeastrangerintheseoldstreetsofPadua?Standstill,SignorGiovanni;forwemusthaveawordortwobeforewepart."
"Speedily,then,mostworshipfulprofessor,speedily,"saidGiovanni,withfeverishimpatience.
