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"
Accursed
one
!
"
cried
he
,
with
venomous
scorn
and
anger
.
"
And
,
finding
thy
solitude
wearisome
,
thou
hast
severed
me
likewise
from
all
the
warmth
of
life
and
enticed
me
into
thy
region
of
unspeakable
horror
!
"
"
Giovanni
!
"
exclaimed
Beatrice
,
turning
her
large
bright
eyes
upon
his
face
.
The
force
of
his
words
had
not
found
its
way
into
her
mind
;
she
was
merely
thunderstruck
.
"
Yes
,
poisonous
thing
!
"
repeated
Giovanni
,
beside
himself
with
passion
.
"
Thou
hast
done
it
!
Thou
hast
blasted
me
!
Thou
hast
filled
my
veins
with
poison
!
Thou
hast
made
me
as
hateful
,
as
ugly
,
as
loathsome
and
deadly
a
creature
as
thyself
—
a
world
’
s
wonder
of
hideous
monstrosity
!
Now
,
if
our
breath
be
happily
as
fatal
to
ourselves
as
to
all
others
,
let
us
join
our
lips
in
one
kiss
of
unutterable
hatred
,
and
so
die
!
"
"
What
has
befallen
me
?
"
murmured
Beatrice
,
with
a
low
moan
out
of
her
heart
.
"
Holy
Virgin
,
pity
me
,
a
poor
heart
-
broken
child
!
"
"
Thou
,
—
dost
thou
pray
?
"
cried
Giovanni
,
still
with
the
same
fiendish
scorn
.
"
Thy
very
prayers
,
as
they
come
from
thy
lips
,
taint
the
atmosphere
with
death
.
Yes
,
yes
;
let
us
pray
!
Let
us
to
church
and
dip
our
fingers
in
the
holy
water
at
the
portal
!
They
that
come
after
us
will
perish
as
by
a
pestilence
!
Let
us
sign
crosses
in
the
air
!
It
will
be
scattering
curses
abroad
in
the
likeness
of
holy
symbols
!
"
"
Giovanni
,
"
said
Beatrice
,
calmly
,
for
her
grief
was
beyond
passion
,
"
why
dost
thou
join
thyself
with
me
thus
in
those
terrible
words
?
I
,
it
is
true
,
am
the
horrible
thing
thou
namest
me
.
But
thou
,
—
what
hast
thou
to
do
,
save
with
one
other
shudder
at
my
hideous
misery
to
go
forth
out
of
the
garden
and
mingle
with
thy
race
,
and
forget
there
ever
crawled
on
earth
such
a
monster
as
poor
Beatrice
?
"
"
Dost
thou
pretend
ignorance
?
"
asked
Giovanni
,
scowling
upon
her
.
"
Behold
!
this
power
have
I
gained
from
the
pure
daughter
of
Rappaccini
.
"
There
was
a
swarm
of
summer
insects
flitting
through
the
air
in
search
of
the
food
promised
by
the
flower
odors
of
the
fatal
garden
.
They
circled
round
Giovanni
’
s
head
,
and
were
evidently
attracted
towards
him
by
the
same
influence
which
had
drawn
them
for
an
instant
within
the
sphere
of
several
of
the
shrubs
.
He
sent
forth
a
breath
among
them
,
and
smiled
bitterly
at
Beatrice
as
at
least
a
score
of
the
insects
fell
dead
upon
the
ground
.
"
I
see
it
!
I
see
it
!
"
shrieked
Beatrice
.
"
It
is
my
father
’
s
fatal
science
!
No
,
no
,
Giovanni
;
it
was
not
I
!
Never
!
never
!
I
dreamed
only
to
love
thee
and
be
with
thee
a
little
time
,
and
so
to
let
thee
pass
away
,
leaving
but
thine
image
in
mine
heart
;
for
,
Giovanni
,
believe
it
,
though
my
body
be
nourished
with
poison
,
my
spirit
is
God
’
s
creature
,
and
craves
love
as
its
daily
food
.
