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She threw away, without breaking it, the piece of bread that was left, brushed her gloved fingers, and, turning toward the minister, said with a smile that would make the flesh creep: "Very sad. Oh! what would you have? The black butterflies, you know, the blue devils." He saw her again, just as she had appeared before him yesterday, with arms and shoulders bare, lovely and seductive, and now, with her shoulders hidden under her cloak, her face half-veiled and quite pale, he thought her still more disquietingly charming. Moreover, the strangeness of the situation, the chance meeting, imparted something of mystery to their conversation and the attraction of an assignation. Ah! how happy he felt at having desired to breathe the air of the Bois! It now seemed to him that he had only come there for her sake. Once more it appeared to him that some magnetic thought led to this deserted spot these two beings, who but yesterday had only exchanged commonplace remarks and who, in this sunbathed solitude, under these trees, in the fresh breeze of the departing winter, met again, impelled toward each other, drawn on by the same sympathy. "Do you know what I was thinking of?" she said, smiling graciously. "Yes, of what I was thinking as I cast the brown bread to those ducks? An idyll, is it not? Well! I was thinking that if one dared--a quick plunge into such a sheet of water--very pure--quite tempting--Eh! well! it would end all." Vaudrey did not reply. He looked at her stupidly, his glance betraying the utmost anxiety. "Oh! fear nothing," she said. "A whim! and besides, I can swim better than the swans, there is no danger." He had seized her hands instinctively and he experienced a singular delight in feeling the flesh of Marianne's wrists under his fingers. "You are feverish," he said. "I should be, at any rate." Her voice was still harsh, as if she were distressed. "The departure of--of that friend--has, then, caused you much suffering?" "Suffering? No. Vexation, yes--You have built many castles of cards in your life--Come! how stupid I am!" she said bitterly. "You still build many of them. Well! there it is, you see!" She had withdrawn her hands from Sulpice, and walked away slowly from the border of the lake, going toward the end of the path where her coachman awaited her, his eyes closed and his mouth open. "Where are you going on leaving the Bois?" asked Vaudrey. "I? I don't know." He h
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