BOOK EIGHTH.
CHAPTER 6. THREE HUMAN HEARTS DIFFERENTLY CONSTRUCTED.
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"Oh!" she said in a low voice, and with a shudder, "'tis
he again! the priest!"
It was in fact, the archdeacon. On his left he had the sub-
chanter, on his right, the chanter, armed with his official
wand. He advanced with head thrown back, his eyes fixed
and wide open, intoning in a strong voice,--
"De ventre inferi clamavi, et exaudisti vocem meam.
"Et projecisti me in profundum in corde mans, et flumem
circumdedit me*."
* "Out of the belly of hell cried I, and thou heardest
my voice. For thou hadst cast me into the deep in the
midst of the seas, and the floods compassed me about."
At the moment when he made his appearance in the full
daylight beneath the lofty arched portal, enveloped in an
ample cope of silver barred with a black cross, he was so pale
that more than one person in the crowd thought that one of
the marble bishops who knelt on the sepulchral stones of the
choir had risen and was come to receive upon the brink of
the tomb, the woman who was about to die.
She, no less pale, no less like a statue, had hardly noticed
that they had placed in her hand a heavy, lighted candle of
yellow wax; she had not heard the yelping voice of the clerk
reading the fatal contents of the apology; when they told her
to respond with Amen, she responded Amen. She only recovered
life and force when she beheld the priest make a sign to her
guards to withdraw, and himself advance alone towards her.
Then she felt her blood boil in her head, and a remnant of
indignation flashed up in that soul already benumbed and cold.
The archdeacon approached her slowly; even in that extremity,
she beheld him cast an eye sparkling with sensuality, jealousy,
and desire, over her exposed form. Then he said aloud,--
"Young girl, have you asked God's pardon for your faults
and shortcomings?"
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