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Rappaccini's Daughter
Myscienceandthesympathybetweentheeandhimhavesowroughtwithinhissystemthathenowstandsapartfromcommonmen,asthoudost,daughterofmyprideandtriumph,fromordinarywomen.Passon,then,throughtheworld,mostdeartooneanotheranddreadfultoallbesides!"
"Myfather,"saidBeatrice,feebly,—andstillasshespokeshekeptherhanduponherheart,—"whereforedidstthouinflictthismiserabledoomuponthychild?"
"Miserable!"exclaimedRappaccini."Whatmeanyou,foolishgirl?Dostthoudeemitmiserytobeendowedwithmarvellousgiftsagainstwhichnopowernorstrengthcouldavailanenemy—misery,tobeabletoquellthemightiestwithabreath—misery,tobeasterribleasthouartbeautiful?Wouldstthou,then,havepreferredtheconditionofaweakwoman,exposedtoallevilandcapableofnone?"
"Iwouldfainhavebeenloved,notfeared,"murmuredBeatrice,sinkingdownupontheground."Butnowitmattersnot.Iamgoing,father,wheretheevilwhichthouhaststriventominglewithmybeingwillpassawaylikeadream-likethefragranceofthesepoisonousflowers,whichwillnolongertaintmybreathamongtheflowersofEden.Farewell,Giovanni!Thywordsofhatredarelikeleadwithinmyheart;butthey,too,willfallawayasIascend
