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"
This
must
not
be
,
"
said
Baglioni
to
himself
.
"
The
youth
is
the
son
of
my
old
friend
,
and
shall
not
come
to
any
harm
from
which
the
arcana
of
medical
science
can
preserve
him
.
Besides
,
it
is
too
insufferable
an
impertinence
in
Rappaccini
,
thus
to
snatch
the
lad
out
of
my
own
hands
,
as
I
may
say
,
and
make
use
of
him
for
his
infernal
experiments
.
This
daughter
of
his
!
It
shall
be
looked
to
.
Perchance
,
most
learned
Rappaccini
,
I
may
foil
you
where
you
little
dream
of
it
!
"
Meanwhile
Giovanni
had
pursued
a
circuitous
route
,
and
at
length
found
himself
at
the
door
of
his
lodgings
.
As
he
crossed
the
threshold
he
was
met
by
old
Lisabetta
,
who
smirked
and
smiled
,
and
was
evidently
desirous
to
attract
his
attention
;
vainly
,
however
,
as
the
ebullition
of
his
feelings
had
momentarily
subsided
into
a
cold
and
dull
vacuity
.
He
turned
his
eyes
full
upon
the
withered
face
that
was
puckering
itself
into
a
smile
,
but
seemed
to
behold
it
not
.
The
old
dame
,
therefore
,
laid
her
grasp
upon
his
cloak
.
"
Signor
!
signor
!
"
whispered
she
,
still
with
a
smile
over
the
whole
breadth
of
her
visage
,
so
that
it
looked
not
unlike
a
grotesque
carving
in
wood
,
darkened
by
centuries
.
"
Listen
,
signor
!
There
is
a
private
entrance
into
the
garden
!
"
"
What
do
you
say
?
"
exclaimed
Giovanni
,
turning
quickly
about
,
as
if
an
inanimate
thing
should
start
into
feverish
life
.
"
A
private
entrance
into
Dr
.
Rappaccini
’
s
garden
?
"
"
Hush
!
hush
!
not
so
loud
!
"
whispered
Lisabetta
,
putting
her
hand
over
his
mouth
.
"
Yes
;
into
the
worshipful
doctor
’
s
garden
,
where
you
may
see
all
his
fine
shrubbery
.
Many
a
young
man
in
Padua
would
give
gold
to
be
admitted
among
those
flowers
.
"
Giovanni
put
a
piece
of
gold
into
her
hand
.
"
Show
me
the
way
,
"
said
he
.
A
surmise
,
probably
excited
by
his
conversation
with
Baglioni
,
crossed
his
mind
,
that
this
interposition
of
old
Lisabetta
might
perchance
be
connected
with
the
intrigue
,
whatever
were
its
nature
,
in
which
the
professor
seemed
to
suppose
that
Dr
.
Rappaccini
was
involving
him
.
But
such
a
suspicion
,
though
it
disturbed
Giovanni
,
was
inadequate
to
restrain
him
.
The
instant
that
he
was
aware
of
the
possibility
of
approaching
Beatrice
,
it
seemed
an
absolute
necessity
of
his
existence
to
do
so
.
It
mattered
not
whether
she
were
angel
or
demon
;
he
was
irrevocably
within
her
sphere
,
and
must
obey
the
law
that
whirled
him
onward
,
in
ever
-
lessening
circles
,
towards
a
result
which
he
did
not
attempt
to
foreshadow
;
and
yet
,
strange
to
say
,
there
came
across
him
a
sudden
doubt
whether
this
intense
interest
on
his
part
were
not
delusory
;
whether
it
were
really
of
so
deep
and
positive
a
nature
as
to
justify
him
in
now
thrusting
himself
into
an
incalculable
position
;
whether
it
were
not
merely
the
fantasy
of
a
young
man
’
s
brain
,
only
slightly
or
not
at
all
connected
with
his
heart
.
He
paused
,
hesitated
,
turned
half
about
,
but
again
went
on
.
His
withered
guide
led
him
along
several
obscure
passages
,
and
finally
undid
a
door
,
through
which
,
as
it
was
opened
,
there
came
the
sight
and
sound
of
rustling
leaves
,
with
the
broken
sunshine
glimmering
among
them
.
Giovanni
stepped
forth
,
and
,
forcing
himself
through
the
entanglement
of
a
shrub
that
wreathed
its
tendrils
over
the
hidden
entrance
,
stood
beneath
his
own
window
in
the
open
area
of
Dr
.
Rappaccini
’
s
garden
.
