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Rappaccini's Daughter
"Listen,signor!Thereisaprivateentranceintothegarden!"
"Whatdoyousay?"exclaimedGiovanni,turningquicklyabout,asifaninanimatethingshouldstartintofeverishlife."AprivateentranceintoDr.Rappaccini’sgarden?"
"Hush!hush!notsoloud!"whisperedLisabetta,puttingherhandoverhismouth."Yes;intotheworshipfuldoctor’sgarden,whereyoumayseeallhisfineshrubbery.ManyayoungmaninPaduawouldgivegoldtobeadmittedamongthoseflowers."
Giovanniputapieceofgoldintoherhand.
"Showmetheway,"saidhe.
Asurmise,probablyexcitedbyhisconversationwithBaglioni,crossedhismind,thatthisinterpositionofoldLisabettamightperchancebeconnectedwiththeintrigue,whateverwereitsnature,inwhichtheprofessorseemedtosupposethatDr.Rappacciniwasinvolvinghim.Butsuchasuspicion,thoughitdisturbedGiovanni,wasinadequatetorestrainhim.TheinstantthathewasawareofthepossibilityofapproachingBeatrice,itseemedanabsolutenecessityofhisexistencetodoso.Itmatterednotwhethershewereangelordemon;hewasirrevocablywithinhersphere,andmustobeythelawthatwhirledhimonward,inever-lesseningcircles,towardsaresultwhichhedidnotattempttoforeshadow;andyet,strangetosay,therecameacrosshimasuddendoubtwhetherthisintenseinterestonhispartwerenotdelusory;whetheritwerereallyofsodeepandpositiveanatureastojustifyhiminnowthrustinghimselfintoanincalculableposition;whetheritwerenotmerelythefantasyofayoungman’sbrain,onlyslightlyornotatallconnectedwithhisheart.
