camille-第38节
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The bad weather has returned。 No one comes to see me。 Julie watches by me as much as she can。 Prudence； to whom I can no longer give as much as I used to； begins to make excuses for not coming。
Now that I am so near death； in spite of what the doctors tell me； for I have several； which proves that I am getting worse； I am almost sorry that I listened to your father； if I had known that I should only be taking a year of your future； I could not have resisted the longing to spend that year with you； and； at least； I should have died with a friend to hold my hand。 It is true that if we had lived together this year； I should not have died so soon。
God's will be done！
February 5。
Oh； come； come； Armand！ I suffer horribly； I am going to die； O God！ I was so miserable yesterday that I wanted to spend the evening； which seemed as if it were going to be as long as the last； anywhere but at home。 The duke came in the morning。 It seems to me as if the sight of this old man； whom death has forgotten； makes me die faster。
Despite the burning fever which devoured me； I made them dress me and take me to the Vaudeville。 Julie put on some rouge for me； without which I should have looked like a corpse。 I had the box where I gave you our first rendezvous。 All the time I had my eyes fixed on the stall where you sat that day； though a sort of country fellow sat there； laughing loudly at all the foolish things that the actors said。 I was half dead when they brought me home。 I coughed and spat blood all the night。 To…day I can not speak； I can scarcely move my arm。 My God！ My God！ I am going to die！ I have been expecting it； but I can not get used to the thought of suffering more than I suffer now； and if
After this the few characters traced by Marguerite were indecipherable； and what followed was written by Julie Duprat。
February 18。
MONSIEUR ARMAND：
Since the day that Marguerite insisted on going to the theatre she has got worse and worse。 She has completely lost her voice； and now the use of her limbs。
What our poor friend suffers is impossible to say。 I am not used to emotions of this kind； and I am in a state of constant fright。
How I wish you were here！ She is almost always delirious； but delirious or lucid； it is always your name that she pronounces； when she can speak a word。
The doctor tells me that she is not here for long。 Since she got so ill the old duke has not returned。 He told the doctor that the sight was too much for him。
Mme。 Duvernoy is not behaving well。 This woman； who thought she could get more money out of Marguerite； at whose expense she was living almost completely； has contracted liabilities which she can not meet； and seeing that her neighbour is no longer of use to her； she does not even come to see her。 Everybody is abandoning her。 M。 de G。； prosecuted for his debts； has had to return to London。 On leaving； he sent us more money； he has done all he could； but they have returned to seize the things； and the creditors are only waiting for her to die in order to sell everything。
I wanted to use my last resources to put a stop to it； but the bailiff told me it was no use； and that there are other seizures to follow。 Since she must die； it is better to let everything go than to save it for her family； whom she has never cared to see； and who have never cared for her。 You can not conceive in the midst of what gilded misery the poor thing is dying。 Yesterday we had absolutely no money。 Plate； jewels； shawls； everything is in pawn； the rest is sold or seized。 Marguerite is still conscious of what goes on around her； and she suffers in body； mind； and heart。 Big tears trickle down her cheeks； so thin and pale that you would never recognise the face of her whom you loved so much； if you could see her。 She has made me promise to write to you when she can no longer write； and I write before her。 She turns her eyes toward me； but she no longer sees me； her eyes are already veiled by the coming of death； yet she smiles； and all her thoughts； all her soul are yours； I am sure。
Every time the door opens her eyes brighten； and she thinks you are going to come in； then； when she sees that it is not you； her face resumes its sorrowful expression； a cold sweat breaks out over it； and her cheek…bones flush。
February 19； midnight。
What a sad day we have had to…day； poor M。 Armand！ This morning Marguerite was stifling； the doctor bled her； and her voice has returned to her a while。 The doctor begged her to see a priest。 She said 〃Yes；〃 and he went himself to fetch an abbe' from Saint Roch。
Meanwhile Marguerite called me up to her bed； asked me to open a cupboard； and pointed out a cap and a long chemise covered with lace； and said in a feeble voice：
〃I shall die as soon as I have confessed。 Then you will dress me in these things； it is the whim of a dying woman。？
Then she embraced me with tears and added：
〃I can speak； but I am stifled when I speak； I am stifling。 Air！〃
I burst into tears； opened the window； and a few minutes afterward the priest entered。 I went up to him； when he knew where he was； he seemed afraid of being badly received。
〃Come in boldly； father；〃 I said to him。
He stayed a very short time in the room； and when he came out he said to me：
〃She lived a sinner； and she will die a Christian。〃
A few minutes afterward he returned with a choir boy bearing a crucifix； and a sacristan who went before them ringing the bell to announce that God was coming to the dying one。
They went all three into the bed…room where so many strange words have been said； but was now a sort of holy tabernacle。
I fell on my knees。 I do not know how long the impression of what I saw will last； but I do not think that； till my turn comes； any human thing can make so deep an impression on me。
The priest anointed with holy oil the feet and hands and forehead of the dying woman； repeated a short prayer； and Marguerite was ready to set out for the heaven to which I doubt not she will go； if God has seen the ordeal of her life and the sanctity of her death。
Since then she has not said a word or made a movement。 Twenty times I should have thought her dead if I had not heard her breathing painfully。
February 20； 5 P。M。
All is over。
Marguerite fell into her last agony at about two o'clock。 Never did a martyr suffer such torture； to judge by the cries she uttered。 Two or three times she sat upright in the bed； as if she would hold on to her life； which was escaping toward God。
Two or three times also she said your name； then all was silent； and she fell back on the bed exhausted。 Silent tears flowed from her eyes； and she was dead。
Then I went up to her； I called her； and as she did not answer I closed her eyes and kissed her on the forehead。
Poor； dear Marguerite； I wish I were a holy woman that my kiss might recommend you to God。
Then I dressed her as she had asked me to do。 I went to find a priest at Saint Roch； I burned two candles for her； and I prayed in the church for an hour。
I gave the money she left to the poor。
I do not know much about religion； but I think that God will know that my tears were genuine； my prayers fervent； my alms…giving sincere； and that he will have pity on her who； dying young and beautiful； has only had me to close her eyes and put her in her shroud。
February 22。
The burial took place to…day。 Many of Marguerite's friends came to the church。 Some of them wept with sincerity。 When the funeral started on the way to Montmartre only two men followed it： the Comte de G。； who came from London on purpose； and the duke； who was supported by two footmen。
I write you these details from her house； in the midst of my tears and under the lamp which burns sadly beside a dinner which I can not touch； as you can imagine； but which Nanine has got for me； for I have eaten nothing for twenty…four hours。
My life can not retain these sad impressions for long； for my life is not my own any more than Marguerite's was hers； that is why I give you all these details on the very spot where they occurred； in the fear； if a long time elapsed between them and your return； that I might not be able to give them to you with all their melancholy exactitude。
Chapter 27
〃You have read it？〃 said Armand； when I had finished the manuscript。
〃I understand what you must have suffered； my friend； if all that I read is true。〃
〃My father confirmed it in a letter。〃
We talked for some time over the sad destiny which had been accomplished； and I went home to rest a little。
Armand； still sad； but a little relieved by the narration of his story； soon recovered； and we went together to pay a visit to Prudence and to Julie Duprat。
Prudence had become bankrupt。 She told us that Marguerite was the cause of it； that during her illness she had lent her a lot of money in the form of promissory notes； which she could not pay； Marguerite having died without having returned her the money； and without having given her a receipt with which she could present herself as a creditor。
By the help of this fable； which Mme。 Duvernoy repeated everywhere in order to account for her money difficulties； she extracted a note for a thousand francs from Armand； wh
