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"
I
do
so
bid
you
,
signor
,
"
she
replied
.
"
Forget
whatever
you
may
have
fancied
in
regard
to
me
.
If
true
to
the
outward
senses
,
still
it
may
be
false
in
its
essence
;
but
the
words
of
Beatrice
Rappaccini
’
s
lips
are
true
from
the
depths
of
the
heart
outward
.
Those
you
may
believe
.
"
A
fervor
glowed
in
her
whole
aspect
and
beamed
upon
Giovanni
’
s
consciousness
like
the
light
of
truth
itself
;
but
while
she
spoke
there
was
a
fragrance
in
the
atmosphere
around
her
,
rich
and
delightful
,
though
evanescent
,
yet
which
the
young
man
,
from
an
indefinable
reluctance
,
scarcely
dared
to
draw
into
his
lungs
.
It
might
be
the
odor
of
the
flowers
.
Could
it
be
Beatrice
’
s
breath
which
thus
embalmed
her
words
with
a
strange
richness
,
as
if
by
steeping
them
in
her
heart
?
A
faintness
passed
like
a
shadow
over
Giovanni
and
flitted
away
;
he
seemed
to
gaze
through
the
beautiful
girl
’
s
eyes
into
her
transparent
soul
,
and
felt
no
more
doubt
or
fear
.
The
tinge
of
passion
that
had
colored
Beatrice
’
s
manner
vanished
;
she
became
gay
,
and
appeared
to
derive
a
pure
delight
from
her
communion
with
the
youth
not
unlike
what
the
maiden
of
a
lonely
island
might
have
felt
conversing
with
a
voyager
from
the
civilized
world
.
Evidently
her
experience
of
life
had
been
confined
within
the
limits
of
that
garden
.
She
talked
now
about
matters
as
simple
as
the
daylight
or
summer
clouds
,
and
now
asked
questions
in
reference
to
the
city
,
or
Giovanni
’
s
distant
home
,
his
friends
,
his
mother
,
and
his
sisters
—
questions
indicating
such
seclusion
,
and
such
lack
of
familiarity
with
modes
and
forms
,
that
Giovanni
responded
as
if
to
an
infant
.
Her
spirit
gushed
out
before
him
like
a
fresh
rill
that
was
just
catching
its
first
glimpse
of
the
sunlight
and
wondering
at
the
reflections
of
earth
and
sky
which
were
flung
into
its
bosom
.
There
came
thoughts
,
too
,
from
a
deep
source
,
and
fantasies
of
a
gemlike
brilliancy
,
as
if
diamonds
and
rubies
sparkled
upward
among
the
bubbles
of
the
fountain
.
Ever
and
anon
there
gleamed
across
the
young
man
’
s
mind
a
sense
of
wonder
that
he
should
be
walking
side
by
side
with
the
being
who
had
so
wrought
upon
his
imagination
,
whom
he
had
idealized
in
such
hues
of
terror
,
in
whom
he
had
positively
witnessed
such
manifestations
of
dreadful
attributes
,
—
that
he
should
be
conversing
with
Beatrice
like
a
brother
,
and
should
find
her
so
human
and
so
maidenlike
.
But
such
reflections
were
only
momentary
;
the
effect
of
her
character
was
too
real
not
to
make
itself
familiar
at
once
.
In
this
free
intercourse
they
had
strayed
through
the
garden
,
and
now
,
after
many
turns
among
its
avenues
,
were
come
to
the
shattered
fountain
,
beside
which
grew
the
magnificent
shrub
,
with
its
treasury
of
glowing
blossoms
.
A
fragrance
was
diffused
from
it
which
Giovanni
recognized
as
identical
with
that
which
he
had
attributed
to
Beatrice
’
s
breath
,
but
incomparably
more
powerful
.
As
her
eyes
fell
upon
it
,
Giovanni
beheld
her
press
her
hand
to
her
bosom
as
if
her
heart
were
throbbing
suddenly
and
painfully
.
"
For
the
first
time
in
my
life
,
"
murmured
she
,
addressing
the
shrub
,
"
I
had
forgotten
thee
.
"
"
I
remember
,
signora
,
"
said
Giovanni
,
"
that
you
once
promised
to
reward
me
with
one
of
these
living
gems
for
the
bouquet
which
I
had
the
happy
boldness
to
fling
to
your
feet
.
Permit
me
now
to
pluck
it
as
a
memorial
of
this
interview
.
"
He
made
a
step
towards
the
shrub
with
extended
hand
;
but
Beatrice
darted
forward
,
uttering
a
shriek
that
went
through
his
heart
like
a
dagger
.
She
caught
his
hand
and
drew
it
back
with
the
whole
force
of
her
slender
figure
.
Giovanni
felt
her
touch
thrilling
through
his
fibres
.
"
Touch
it
not
!
"
exclaimed
she
,
in
a
voice
of
agony
.
"
Not
for
thy
life
!
It
is
fatal
!
"
