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But
my
father
,
—
he
has
united
us
in
this
fearful
sympathy
.
Yes
;
spurn
me
,
tread
upon
me
,
kill
me
!
Oh
,
what
is
death
after
such
words
as
thine
?
But
it
was
not
I
.
Not
for
a
world
of
bliss
would
I
have
done
it
.
"
Giovanni
’
s
passion
had
exhausted
itself
in
its
outburst
from
his
lips
.
There
now
came
across
him
a
sense
,
mournful
,
and
not
without
tenderness
,
of
the
intimate
and
peculiar
relationship
between
Beatrice
and
himself
.
They
stood
,
as
it
were
,
in
an
utter
solitude
,
which
would
be
made
none
the
less
solitary
by
the
densest
throng
of
human
life
.
Ought
not
,
then
,
the
desert
of
humanity
around
them
to
press
this
insulated
pair
closer
together
?
If
they
should
be
cruel
to
one
another
,
who
was
there
to
be
kind
to
them
?
Besides
,
thought
Giovanni
,
might
there
not
still
be
a
hope
of
his
returning
within
the
limits
of
ordinary
nature
,
and
leading
Beatrice
,
the
redeemed
Beatrice
,
by
the
hand
?
O
,
weak
,
and
selfish
,
and
unworthy
spirit
,
that
could
dream
of
an
earthly
union
and
earthly
happiness
as
possible
,
after
such
deep
love
had
been
so
bitterly
wronged
as
was
Beatrice
’
s
love
by
Giovanni
’
s
blighting
words
!
No
,
no
;
there
could
be
no
such
hope
.
She
must
pass
heavily
,
with
that
broken
heart
,
across
the
borders
of
Time
—
she
must
bathe
her
hurts
in
some
fount
of
paradise
,
and
forget
her
grief
in
the
light
of
immortality
,
and
THERE
be
well
.
But
Giovanni
did
not
know
it
.
"
Dear
Beatrice
,
"
said
he
,
approaching
her
,
while
she
shrank
away
as
always
at
his
approach
,
but
now
with
a
different
impulse
,
"
dearest
Beatrice
,
our
fate
is
not
yet
so
desperate
.
Behold
!
there
is
a
medicine
,
potent
,
as
a
wise
physician
has
assured
me
,
and
almost
divine
in
its
efficacy
.
It
is
composed
of
ingredients
the
most
opposite
to
those
by
which
thy
awful
father
has
brought
this
calamity
upon
thee
and
me
.
It
is
distilled
of
blessed
herbs
.
Shall
we
not
quaff
it
together
,
and
thus
be
purified
from
evil
?
"
"
Give
it
me
!
"
said
Beatrice
,
extending
her
hand
to
receive
the
little
silver
vial
which
Giovanni
took
from
his
bosom
.
She
added
,
with
a
peculiar
emphasis
,
"
I
will
drink
;
but
do
thou
await
the
result
.
"
She
put
Baglioni
’
s
antidote
to
her
lips
;
and
,
at
the
same
moment
,
the
figure
of
Rappaccini
emerged
from
the
portal
and
came
slowly
towards
the
marble
fountain
.
As
he
drew
near
,
the
pale
man
of
science
seemed
to
gaze
with
a
triumphant
expression
at
the
beautiful
youth
and
maiden
,
as
might
an
artist
who
should
spend
his
life
in
achieving
a
picture
or
a
group
of
statuary
and
finally
be
satisfied
with
his
success
.
He
paused
;
his
bent
form
grew
erect
with
conscious
power
;
he
spread
out
his
hands
over
them
in
the
attitude
of
a
father
imploring
a
blessing
upon
his
children
;
but
those
were
the
same
hands
that
had
thrown
poison
into
the
stream
of
their
lives
.
Giovanni
trembled
.
Beatrice
shuddered
nervously
,
and
pressed
her
hand
upon
her
heart
.
"
My
daughter
,
"
said
Rappaccini
,
"
thou
art
no
longer
lonely
in
the
world
.
Pluck
one
of
those
precious
gems
from
thy
sister
shrub
and
bid
thy
bridegroom
wear
it
in
his
bosom
.
It
will
not
harm
him
now
.
My
science
and
the
sympathy
between
thee
and
him
have
so
wrought
within
his
system
that
he
now
stands
apart
from
common
men
,
as
thou
dost
,
daughter
of
my
pride
and
triumph
,
from
ordinary
women
.
Pass
on
,
then
,
through
the
world
,
most
dear
to
one
another
and
dreadful
to
all
besides
!
"
"
My
father
,
"
said
Beatrice
,
feebly
,
—
and
still
as
she
spoke
she
kept
her
hand
upon
her
heart
,
—
"
wherefore
didst
thou
inflict
this
miserable
doom
upon
thy
child
?
"
