chattered。
The priest appeared to cast his eyes around the dungeon from beneath his cowl。
〃Without light！ without fire！ in the water！ it is horrible！〃
〃Yes；〃 she replied； with the bewildered air which unhappiness had given her。 〃The day belongs to every one； why do they give me only night？〃
〃Do you know；〃 resumed the priest； after a fresh silence； 〃why you are here？〃
〃I thought I knew once；〃 she said； passing her thin fingers over her eyelids； as though to aid her memory； 〃but I know no longer。〃
All at once she began to weep like a child。
〃I should like to get away from here； sir。 I am cold； I am afraid； and there are creatures which crawl over my body。〃
〃Well； follow me。〃
So saying； the priest took her arm。 The unhappy girl was frozen to her very soul。 Yet that hand produced an impression of cold upon her。
〃Oh！〃 she murmured； 〃'tis the icy hand of death。 Who are you？〃
The priest threw back his cowl； she looked。 It was the sinister visage which had so long pursued her； that demon's head which had appeared at la Falourdel's； above the head of her adored Phoebus； that eye which she last had seen glittering beside a dagger。
This apparition； always so fatal for her； and which had thus driven her on from misfortune to misfortune； even to torture； roused her from her stupor。 It seemed to her that the sort of veil which had lain thick upon her memory was rent away。 All the details of her melancholy adventure； from the nocturnal scene at la Falourdel's to her condemnation to the Tournelle； recurred to her memory； no longer vague and confused as heretofore； but distinct； harsh； clear； palpitating； terrible。 These souvenirs； half effaced and almost obliterated by excess of suffering； were revived by the sombre figure which stood before her； as the approach of fire causes letters traced upon white paper with invisible ink； to start out perfectly fresh。 It seemed to her that all the wounds of her heart opened and bled simultaneously。
〃Hah！〃 she cried； with her hands on her eyes； and a convulsive trembling； 〃'tis the priest！〃
Then she dropped her arms in discouragement； and remained seated； with lowered head； eyes fixed on the ground； mute and still trembling。
The priest gazed at her with the eye of a hawk which has long been soaring in a circle from the heights of heaven over a poor lark cowering in the wheat； and has long been silently contracting the formidable circles of his flight； and has suddenly swooped down upon his prey like a flash of lightning； and holds it panting in his talons。
She began to murmur in a low voice；
〃Finish！ finish！ the last blow！〃 and she drew her head down in terror between her shoulders； like the lamb awaiting the blow of the butcher's axe。
〃So I inspire you with horror？〃 he said at length。
She made no reply。
〃Do I inspire you with horror？〃 he repeated。
Her lips contracted； as though with a smile。
〃Yes；〃 said she； 〃the headsman scoffs at the condemned。 Here he has been pursuing me； threatening me； terrifying me for months！ Had it not been for him； my God； how happy it should have been！ It was he who cast me into this abyss！ Oh heavens！ it was he who killed him！ my Phoebus！〃
Here； bursting into sobs； and raising her eyes to the priest；
〃Oh！ wretch； who are you？ What have I done to you？ Do you then； hate me so？ Alas！ what have you against me？〃
〃I love thee！〃 cried the priest。
Her tears suddenly ceased； she gazed at him with the look of an idiot。 He had fallen on his knees and was devouring her with eyes of flame。
〃Dost thou understand？ I love thee！〃 he cried again。
〃What love！〃 said the unhappy girl with a shudder。
He resumed；
〃The love of a damned soul。〃
Both remained silent for several minutes； crushed beneath the weight of their emotions； he maddened； she stupefied。
〃Listen；〃 said the priest at last； and a singular calm had come over him； 〃you shall know all I am about to tell you that which I have hitherto hardly dared to say to myself； when furtively interrogating my conscience at those deep hours of the night when it is so dark that it seems as though God no longer saw us。 Listen。 Before I knew you； young girl； I was happy。〃
〃So was I！〃 she sighed feebly。
〃Do not interrupt me。 Yes； I was happy； at least I believed myself to be so。 I was pure； my soul was filled with limpid light。 No head was raised more proudly and more radiantly than mine。 Priests consulted me on chastity； doctors； on doctrines。 Yes； science was all in all to me； it was a sister to me； and a sister sufficed。 Not but that with age other ideas came to me。 More than once my flesh had been moved as a woman's form passed by。 That force of sex and blood which； in the madness of youth； I had imagined that I had stifled forever had； more than once； convulsively raised the chain of iron vows which bind me； a miserable wretch； to the cold stones of the altar。 But fasting； prayer； study； the mortifications of the cloister； rendered my soul mistress of my body once more； and then I avoided women。 Moreover； I had but to open a book； and all the impure mists of my brain vanished before the splendors of science。 In a few moments； I felt the gross things of earth flee far away； and I found myself once more calm； quieted； and serene； in the presence of the tranquil radiance of eternal truth。 As long as the demon sent to attack me only vague shadows of women who passed occasionally before my eyes in church； in the streets； in the fields； and who hardly recurred to my dreams； I easily vanquished him。 Alas！ if the victory has not remained with me； it is the fault of God； who has not created man and the demon of equal force。 Listen。 One day
Here the priest paused； and the prisoner heard sighs of anguish break from his breast with a sound of the death rattle。
He resumed；
〃One day I was leaning on the window of my cell。 What book was I reading then？ Oh！ all that is a whirlwind in my head。 I was reading。 The window opened upon a Square。 I heard a sound of tambourine and music。 Annoyed at being thus disturbed in my revery； I glanced into the Square。 What I beheld； others saw beside myself； and yet it was not a spectacle made for human eyes。 There； in the middle of the pavement；it was midday； the sun was shining brightly；a creature was dancing。 A creature so beautiful that God would have preferred her to the Virgin and have chosen her for his mother and have wished to be born of her if she had been in existence when he was made man！ Her eyes were black and splendid； in the midst of her black locks； some hairs through which the sun shone glistened like threads of gold。 Her feet disappeared in their movements like the spokes of a rapidly turning wheel。 Around her head； in her black tresses； there were disks of metal； which glittered in the sun； and formed a coronet of stars on her brow。 Her dress thick set with spangles； blue； and dotted with a thousand sparks； gleamed like a summer night。 Her brown； supple arms twined and untwined around her waist； like two scarfs。 The form of her body was surprisingly beautiful。 Oh！ what a resplendent figure stood out； like something luminous even in the sunlight！ Alas； young girl； it was thou！ Surprised； intoxicated； charmed； I allowed myself to gaze upon thee。 I looked so long that I suddenly shuddered with terror； I felt that fate was seizing hold of me。〃
The priest paused for a moment； overcome with emotion。 Then he continued；
〃Already half fascinated； I tried to cling fast to something and hold myself back from falling。 I recalled the snares which Satan had already set for me。 The creature before my eyes possessed that superhuman beauty which can come only from heaven or hell。 It was no simple girl made with a little of our earth； and dimly lighted within by the vacillating ray of a woman's soul。 It was an angel！ but of shadows and flame； and not of light。 At the moment when I was meditating thus； I beheld beside you a goat； a beast of witches； which smiled as it gazed at me。 The midday sun gave him golden horns。 Then I perceived the snare of the demon； and I no longer doubted that you had come from hell and that you had come thence for my perdition。 I believed it。〃
Here the priest looked the prisoner full in the face； and added； coldly；
〃I believe it still。 Nevertheless； the charm operated little by little； your dancing whirled through my brain； I felt the mysterious spell working within me。 All that should have awakened was lulled to sleep； and like those who die in the snow； I felt pleasure in allowing this sleep to draw on。 All at once； you began to sing。 What could I do； unhappy wretch？ Your song was still more charming than your dancing。 I tried to flee。 Impossible。 I was nailed； rooted to the spot。 It seemed to me that the marble of the pavement had risen to my knees。 I was forced to remain until the end。 My feet were like ice； my head was on fire。 At last you took pity on me； you ceased to sing； you disappeared。 The reflection of the dazzling vision； the reverberation of the enchanting music disappeared by degrees from my eyes and my ears。 Then I fell back into the embrasure of the window； more rigid； more feeble than a statue torn from its base。 The vesper bell roused me。 I drew myself up； I fled； but alas！ something within me had fallen never to rise again； something had come upon me from which I could not flee。〃
He made another pause and went on；
〃Yes； dating from that day； there was within me a man whom I did not know。 I tried to make use of all my remedies。 The cloister； the altar； work； books；follies！ Oh； how hollow does science sound when one in despair dashes against it a head full of passions！ Do you know； young girl； what I saw thenceforth between my book and me？ You； your shade； the image of the luminous apparition which had one day crossed the space before me。 But this image had no longer the same color； it was sombre； funereal； gloomy as the black circle which long pursues the vision of the imprudent man who has gazed intently at the sun。
〃Unable to rid myself of it； since I heard your song humming ever in my head； beheld your feet dancing always on my breviary； felt even at night； in my dreams； your form in co