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Rappaccini's Daughter
Yes,yes;letuspray!Letustochurchanddipourfingersintheholywaterattheportal!Theythatcomeafteruswillperishasbyapestilence!Letussigncrossesintheair!Itwillbescatteringcursesabroadinthelikenessofholysymbols!"
"Giovanni,"saidBeatrice,calmly,forhergriefwasbeyondpassion,"whydostthoujointhyselfwithmethusinthoseterriblewords?I,itistrue,amthehorriblethingthounamestme.Butthou,—whathastthoutodo,savewithoneothershudderatmyhideousmiserytogoforthoutofthegardenandminglewiththyrace,andforgetthereevercrawledonearthsuchamonsteraspoorBeatrice?"
"Dostthoupretendignorance?"askedGiovanni,scowlinguponher."Behold!thispowerhaveIgainedfromthepuredaughterofRappaccini."
Therewasaswarmofsummerinsectsflittingthroughtheairinsearchofthefoodpromisedbytheflowerodorsofthefatalgarden.TheycircledroundGiovanni’shead,andwereevidentlyattractedtowardshimbythesameinfluencewhichhaddrawnthemforaninstantwithinthesphereofseveraloftheshrubs.Hesentforthabreathamongthem,andsmiledbitterlyatBeatriceasatleastascoreoftheinsectsfelldeadupontheground.
"Iseeit!Iseeit!"shriekedBeatrice."Itismyfather’sfatalscience!No,no,Giovanni;itwasnotI!Never!never!Idreamedonlytolovetheeandbewiththeealittletime,andsotolettheepassaway,leavingbutthineimageinmineheart;for,Giovanni,believeit,thoughmybodybenourishedwithpoison,myspiritisGod’screature,andcravesloveasitsdailyfood.
