The Wandering Jew — Volume 03 by Eugène Sue
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destroyed, were strewn about him with so much perseverance, with a skill
so diabolical, and by means and ways so very various, that his best friends, by little and little, withdrew themselves from him, thus yielding to the slow, irresistible influence of that incessant whispering and buzzing, confused as indistinct, amounting to some such results as this-"Well! you know!" says one. "No!" replies another. "People say very vile things about him." "Do they? really! What then?" "I don't know! Bad reports! Rumors grievously affecting his honor!" "The deuce! That's very serious. It accounts for the coldness with which he is now everywhere received!" "I shall avoid him in future!" "So will I," etc. Such is the world, that very often nothing more than groundless surmises are necessary to brand a man whose very, happiness may have incurred envy. So it was with the gentleman of whom we speak. The unfortunate man, seeing the void around him extending itself,--feeling (so to speak) the earth crumbling from beneath his feet, knew not where to find or grasp the impalpable enemy whose blows he felt; for not once had the idea occurred to him of suspecting the princess, whom he had not seen since his adventure with her. Anxiously desiring to learn why he was so much |
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