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"
What
!
"
said
he
.
"
Do
you
not
know
that
there
are
souls
constantly
tormented
?
They
need
by
turns
to
dream
and
to
act
,
the
purest
passions
and
the
most
turbulent
joys
,
and
thus
they
fling
themselves
into
all
sorts
of
fantasies
,
of
follies
.
"
Then
she
looked
at
him
as
one
looks
at
a
traveller
who
has
voyaged
over
strange
lands
,
and
went
on
--
"
We
have
not
even
this
distraction
,
we
poor
women
!
"
"
A
sad
distraction
,
for
happiness
is
n't
found
in
it
.
"
"
But
is
it
ever
found
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
;
one
day
it
comes
,
"
he
answered
.
"
And
this
is
what
you
have
understood
,
"
said
the
councillor
.
"
You
,
farmers
,
agricultural
labourers
!
you
pacific
pioneers
of
a
work
that
belongs
wholly
to
civilization
!
you
,
men
of
progress
and
morality
,
you
have
understood
,
I
say
,
that
political
storms
are
even
more
redoubtable
than
atmospheric
disturbances
!
"
"
It
comes
one
day
,
"
repeated
Rodolphe
,
"
one
day
suddenly
,
and
when
one
is
despairing
of
it
.
Then
the
horizon
expands
;
it
is
as
if
a
voice
cried
,
'
It
is
here
!
'
You
feel
the
need
of
confiding
the
whole
of
your
life
,
of
giving
everything
,
sacrificing
everything
to
this
being
.
There
is
no
need
for
explanations
;
they
understand
one
another
.
They
have
seen
each
other
in
dreams
!
"
(
And
he
looked
at
her
.
)
"
In
fine
,
here
it
is
,
this
treasure
so
sought
after
,
here
before
you
.
It
glitters
,
it
flashes
;
yet
one
still
doubts
,
one
does
not
believe
it
;
one
remains
dazzled
,
as
if
one
went
out
iron
darkness
into
light
.
"
