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Incapable
as
he
was
of
such
high
faith
,
still
her
presence
had
not
utterly
lost
its
magic
.
Giovanni
’
s
rage
was
quelled
into
an
aspect
of
sullen
insensibility
.
Beatrice
,
with
a
quick
spiritual
sense
,
immediately
felt
that
there
was
a
gulf
of
blackness
between
them
which
neither
he
nor
she
could
pass
.
They
walked
on
together
,
sad
and
silent
,
and
came
thus
to
the
marble
fountain
and
to
its
pool
of
water
on
the
ground
,
in
the
midst
of
which
grew
the
shrub
that
bore
gem
-
like
blossoms
.
Giovanni
was
affrighted
at
the
eager
enjoyment
—
the
appetite
,
as
it
were
—
with
which
he
found
himself
inhaling
the
fragrance
of
the
flowers
.
"
Beatrice
,
"
asked
he
,
abruptly
,
"
whence
came
this
shrub
?
"
"
My
father
created
it
,
"
answered
she
,
with
simplicity
.
"
Created
it
!
created
it
!
"
repeated
Giovanni
.
"
What
mean
you
,
Beatrice
?
"
"
He
is
a
man
fearfully
acquainted
with
the
secrets
of
Nature
,
"
replied
Beatrice
;
"
and
,
at
the
hour
when
I
first
drew
breath
,
this
plant
sprang
from
the
soil
,
the
offspring
of
his
science
,
of
his
intellect
,
while
I
was
but
his
earthly
child
.
Approach
it
not
!
"
continued
she
,
observing
with
terror
that
Giovanni
was
drawing
nearer
to
the
shrub
.
"
It
has
qualities
that
you
little
dream
of
.
But
I
,
dearest
Giovanni
,
—
I
grew
up
and
blossomed
with
the
plant
and
was
nourished
with
its
breath
.
It
was
my
sister
,
and
I
loved
it
with
a
human
affection
;
for
,
alas
!
—
hast
thou
not
suspected
it
?
—
there
was
an
awful
doom
.
"
Here
Giovanni
frowned
so
darkly
upon
her
that
Beatrice
paused
and
trembled
.
But
her
faith
in
his
tenderness
reassured
her
,
and
made
her
blush
that
she
had
doubted
for
an
instant
.
"
There
was
an
awful
doom
,
"
she
continued
,
"
the
effect
of
my
father
’
s
fatal
love
of
science
,
which
estranged
me
from
all
society
of
my
kind
.
Until
Heaven
sent
thee
,
dearest
Giovanni
,
oh
,
how
lonely
was
thy
poor
Beatrice
!
"
"
Was
it
a
hard
doom
?
"
asked
Giovanni
,
fixing
his
eyes
upon
her
.
"
Only
of
late
have
I
known
how
hard
it
was
,
"
answered
she
,
tenderly
.
"
Oh
,
yes
;
but
my
heart
was
torpid
,
and
therefore
quiet
.
"
Giovanni
’
s
rage
broke
forth
from
his
sullen
gloom
like
a
lightning
flash
out
of
a
dark
cloud
.
