But
you are a Frenchman, and your fancy will pass away. Ah! you would not
love me as I should like to be loved.'
"'How?'
"'Purely, with no mingling of vulgar passion. I abhor men even more,
perhaps than I hate women. I need to take refuge in friendship. The
world is a desert to me. I am an accursed creature, doomed to
understand happiness, to feel it, to desire it, and like many, many
others, compelled to see it always fly from me. Remember, signor, that
I have not deceived you. I forbid you to love me. I can be a devoted
friend to you, for I admire your strength of will and your character.
I need a brother, a protector. Be both of these to me, but nothing
more.'
"'And not love you!' cried Sarrasine; 'but you are my life, my
happiness, dear angel!'
"'If I should say a word, you would spurn me with horror.'
"'Coquette! nothing can frighten me. Tell me that you will cost me my
whole future, that I shall die two months hence, that I shall be
damned for having kissed you but once----'
"And he kissed her, despite La Zambinella's efforts to avoid that
passionate caress.
"'Tell me that you are a demon, that I must give you my fortune, my
name, all my renown! Would you have me cease to be a sculptor? Speak.
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