BOOK SEVENTH.
CHAPTER 8. THE UTILITY OF WINDOWS WHICH OPEN ON THE RIVER.
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"When I am with you, Phoebus!" said the young girl tenderly.
She became pensive and silent once more.
The captain, emboldened by her gentleness, clasped her
waist without resistance; then began softly to unlace the
poor child's corsage, and disarranged her tucker to such an
extent that the panting priest beheld the gypsy's beautiful
shoulder emerge from the gauze, as round and brown as the
moon rising through the mists of the horizon.
The young girl allowed Phoebus to have his way. She did
not appear to perceive it. The eye of the bold captain flashed.
Suddenly she turned towards him,--
"Phoebus," she said, with an expression of infinite love,
"instruct me in thy religion."
"My religion!" exclaimed the captain, bursting with laughter,
"I instruct you in my religion! Corne et tonnerre! What
do you want with my religion?"
"In order that we may be married," she replied.
The captain's face assumed an expression of mingled surprise
and disdain, of carelessness and libertine passion.
"Ah, bah!" said he, "do people marry?"
The Bohemian turned pale, and her head drooped sadly on
her breast.
"My beautiful love," resumed Phoebus, tenderly, "what
nonsense is this? A great thing is marriage, truly! one
is none the less loving for not having spit Latin into a
priest's shop!"
While speaking thus in his softest voice, he approached
extremely near the gypsy; his caressing hands resumed
their place around her supple and delicate waist, his eye
flashed more and more, and everything announced that Monsieur
Phoebus was on the verge of one of those moments when
Jupiter himself commits so many follies that Homer is
obliged to summon a cloud to his rescue.
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