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even that garment the skin! With such a craving, how sad to be
powerless!
Alas, there is nothing perfect!
However, he resigned himself. Not being able to do better, he only
dreamed half his dream. To play a treacherous trick is an object after
all.
What a man is he who revenges himself for a benefit received!
Barkilphedro was a giant among such men. Usually, ingratitude is
forgetfulness. With this man, patented in wickedness, it was fury. The
vulgar ingrate is full of ashes; what was within Barkilphedro? A
furnace--furnace walled round by hate, silence, and rancour, awaiting
Josiana for fuel. Never had a man abhorred a woman to such a point
without reason. How terrible! She was his dream, his preoccupation, his
ennui, his rage.
Perhaps he was a little in love with her.
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