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to the heights of exceptional dreams, which had created Joseph as I sav him ; if really he was any-

thing more than a simple brute, a peasant, incap-

able even of a fine act of violence, of a fine crime. The consequences of this act frightened me. And then, is it not really inexplicable ? This idea that I was no longer to be in the service of others caused me some regret. Formerly I thought that I should welcome the news of my liberty with great joy. Well, no! Through being a domestic, one gets it into his blood. Suppose I should suddenly miss the spectacle of bourgeois luxury? I foresaw my own little interior, severe and cold, like a workman's interior, my mediocre life, deprived of . all these pretty things, of all these pretty stuffs so soft to the touch, of all these pretty vices which it was my pleasure to serve, to dress, to adorn, to plunge into, as into a perfumed bath. But it was too late to draw back. v

Ah ! who could have told me, on the gray, sad, and rainy day on which I arrived at the Priory, that I would end with this strange, si-lent, and crusty man, who looked at me with such disdain?

Now we are in the little cafe. Joseph has grown young again. He is no longer bent and clumsy. And he walks from one table to another, and he runs from one room to- the other, with supple leg and elastic spine. His shoulders, which so