Tragic Comedians, the — Volume 3 by George Meredith
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incapable of conquering any woman, or of taking an absolute impression of
facts. I say I will do it! I am insane if I may not judge from antecedents that my voice, my touch, my face, will draw her to me at one signal--at a look! I am prepared to stake my reason on her running to me before I speak a word:--and I will not beckon. I promise to fold my arms and simply look.' 'Your task of two hours, then, will be accomplished, I compute, in about half a minute--but it is on the assumption that she consents to see you alone,' said the baroness. Alvan opened his eyes. He perceived in his deep sagaciousness woman at the bottom of her remark, and replied: 'You will know Clotilde in time. She points to me straight; but of course if you agitate the compass the needle's all in a tremble: and the vessel is weak, I admit, but the instinct's positive. To doubt it would upset my understanding. I have had three distinct experiences of my influence over her, and each time, curiously each time exactly in proportion to my degree of resolve--but, baroness, I tell you it was minutely in proportion to it; weighed down to the grain!--each time did that girl respond to me with a similar degree of earnestness. As I waned, she waned; as I heated, so did she, and from spark-heat to flame and to furnace-heat!' 'A refraction of the rays according to the altitude of the orb,' observed the baroness in a tone of assent, and she smiled to herself at the condition of the man who could accept it for that. He did not protest beyond presently a transient frown as at a bad taste on his tongue, and a rather petulant objection to her use of analogies, which he called the sapping of language. She forbore to remind him in |
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