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"
Miserable
!
"
exclaimed
Rappaccini
.
"
What
mean
you
,
foolish
girl
?
Dost
thou
deem
it
misery
to
be
endowed
with
marvellous
gifts
against
which
no
power
nor
strength
could
avail
an
enemy
—
misery
,
to
be
able
to
quell
the
mightiest
with
a
breath
—
misery
,
to
be
as
terrible
as
thou
art
beautiful
?
Wouldst
thou
,
then
,
have
preferred
the
condition
of
a
weak
woman
,
exposed
to
all
evil
and
capable
of
none
?
"
"
I
would
fain
have
been
loved
,
not
feared
,
"
murmured
Beatrice
,
sinking
down
upon
the
ground
.
"
But
now
it
matters
not
.
I
am
going
,
father
,
where
the
evil
which
thou
hast
striven
to
mingle
with
my
being
will
pass
away
like
a
dream
-
like
the
fragrance
of
these
poisonous
flowers
,
which
will
no
longer
taint
my
breath
among
the
flowers
of
Eden
.
Farewell
,
Giovanni
!
Thy
words
of
hatred
are
like
lead
within
my
heart
;
but
they
,
too
,
will
fall
away
as
I
ascend
Oh
,
was
there
not
,
from
the
first
,
more
poison
in
thy
nature
than
in
mine
?
"
To
Beatrice
,
—
so
radically
had
her
earthly
part
been
wrought
upon
by
Rappaccini
’
s
skill
,
—
as
poison
had
been
life
,
so
the
powerful
antidote
was
death
;
and
thus
the
poor
victim
of
man
’
s
ingenuity
and
of
thwarted
nature
,
and
of
the
fatality
that
attends
all
such
efforts
of
perverted
wisdom
,
perished
there
,
at
the
feet
of
her
father
and
Giovanni
.
Just
at
that
moment
Professor
Pietro
Baglioni
looked
forth
from
the
window
,
and
called
loudly
,
in
a
tone
of
triumph
mixed
with
horror
,
to
the
thunderstricken
man
of
science
,
"
Rappaccini
!
Rappaccini
!
and
is
THIS
the
upshot
of
your
experiment
!
"
It
makes
me
melancholy
to
see
how
like
fools
some
very
sensible
people
act
in
the
matter
of
choosing
wives
.
They
perplex
their
judgments
by
a
most
undue
attention
to
little
niceties
of
personal
appearance
,
habits
,
disposition
,
and
other
trifles
which
concern
nobody
but
the
lady
herself
.
An
unhappy
gentleman
,
resolving
to
wed
nothing
short
of
perfection
,
keeps
his
heart
and
hand
till
both
get
so
old
and
withered
that
no
tolerable
woman
will
accept
them
.
Now
this
is
the
very
height
of
absurdity
.
A
kind
Providence
has
so
skilfully
adapted
sex
to
sex
and
the
mass
of
individuals
to
each
other
,
that
,
with
certain
obvious
exceptions
,
any
male
and
female
may
be
moderately
happy
in
the
married
state
.
The
true
rule
is
to
ascertain
that
the
match
is
fundamentally
a
good
one
,
and
then
to
take
it
for
granted
that
all
minor
objections
,
should
there
be
such
,
will
vanish
,
if
you
let
them
alone
.
Only
put
yourself
beyond
hazard
as
to
the
real
basis
of
matrimonial
bliss
,
and
it
is
scarcely
to
be
imagined
what
miracles
,
in
the
way
of
recognizing
smaller
incongruities
,
connubial
love
will
effect
.
For
my
own
part
I
freely
confess
that
,
in
my
bachelorship
,
I
was
precisely
such
an
over
-
curious
simpleton
as
I
now
advise
the
reader
not
to
be
.
My
early
habits
had
gifted
me
with
a
feminine
sensibility
and
too
exquisite
refinement
.
I
was
the
accomplished
graduate
of
a
dry
goods
store
,
where
,
by
dint
of
ministering
to
the
whims
of
fine
ladies
,
and
suiting
silken
hose
to
delicate
limbs
,
and
handling
satins
,
ribbons
,
chintzes
calicoes
,
tapes
,
gauze
,
and
cambric
needles
,
I
grew
up
a
very
ladylike
sort
of
a
gentleman
.
It
is
not
assuming
too
much
to
affirm
that
the
ladies
themselves
were
hardly
so
ladylike
as
Thomas
Bullfrog
.
So
painfully
acute
was
my
sense
of
female
imperfection
,
and
such
varied
excellence
did
I
require
in
the
woman
whom
I
could
love
,
that
there
was
an
awful
risk
of
my
getting
no
wife
at
all
,
or
of
being
driven
to
perpetrate
matrimony
with
my
own
image
in
the
looking
-
glass
.
Besides
the
fundamental
principle
already
hinted
at
,
I
demanded
the
fresh
bloom
of
youth
,
pearly
teeth
,
glossy
ringlets
,
and
the
whole
list
of
lovely
items
,
with
the
utmost
delicacy
of
habits
and
sentiments
,
a
silken
texture
of
mind
,
and
,
above
all
,
a
virgin
heart
.
In
a
word
,
if
a
young
angel
just
from
paradise
,
yet
dressed
in
earthly
fashion
,
had
come
and
offered
me
her
hand
,
it
is
by
no
means
certain
that
I
should
have
taken
it
.
There
was
every
chance
of
my
becoming
a
most
miserable
old
bachelor
,
when
,
by
the
best
luck
in
the
world
,
I
made
a
journey
into
another
state
,
and
was
smitten
by
,
and
smote
again
,
and
wooed
,
won
,
and
married
,
the
present
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
,
all
in
the
space
of
a
fortnight
.
Owing
to
these
extempore
measures
,
I
not
only
gave
my
bride
credit
for
certain
perfections
which
have
not
as
yet
come
to
light
,
but
also
overlooked
a
few
trifling
defects
,
which
,
however
,
glimmered
on
my
perception
long
before
the
close
of
the
honeymoon
.
Yet
,
as
there
was
no
mistake
about
the
fundamental
principle
aforesaid
,
I
soon
learned
,
as
will
be
seen
,
to
estimate
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
’
s
deficiencies
and
superfluities
at
exactly
their
proper
value
.
The
same
morning
that
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
and
I
came
together
as
a
unit
,
we
took
two
seats
in
the
stage
-
coach
and
began
our
journey
towards
my
place
of
business
.
There
being
no
other
passengers
,
we
were
as
much
alone
and
as
free
to
give
vent
to
our
raptures
as
if
I
had
hired
a
hack
for
the
matrimonial
jaunt
.
My
bride
looked
charmingly
in
a
green
silk
calash
and
riding
habit
of
pelisse
cloth
;
and
whenever
her
red
lips
parted
with
a
smile
,
each
tooth
appeared
like
an
inestimable
pearl
.
Such
was
my
passionate
warmth
that
—
we
had
rattled
out
of
the
village
,
gentle
reader
,
and
were
lonely
as
Adam
and
Eve
in
paradise
—
I
plead
guilty
to
no
less
freedom
than
a
kiss
.
The
gentle
eye
of
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
scarcely
rebuked
me
for
the
profanation
.
Emboldened
by
her
indulgence
,
I
threw
back
the
calash
from
her
polished
brow
,
and
suffered
my
fingers
,
white
and
delicate
as
her
own
,
to
stray
among
those
dark
and
glossy
curls
which
realized
my
daydreams
of
rich
hair
.
"
My
love
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Bullfrog
tenderly
,
"
you
will
disarrange
my
curls
.
"
