the hunchback of notre dame-第68部分
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〃Unable to rid myself of it； since I heard your song humming ever in my head； beheld your feet dancing always on my breviary； felt even at night； in my dreams； your form in contact with my own； I desired to see you again； to touch you； to know who you were； to see whether I should really find you like the ideal image which I had retained of you； to shatter my dream； perchance； with reality。 At all events； I hoped that a new impression would efface the first； and the first had become insupportable。 I sought you。 I saw you once more。 Calamity！ When I had seen you twice； I wanted to see you a thousand times； I wanted to see you always。 Thenhow stop myself on that slope of hell？then I no longer belonged to myself。 The other end of the thread which the demon had attached to my wings he had fastened to his foot。 I became vagrant and wandering like yourself。 I waited for you under porches； I stood on the lookout for you at the street corners； I watched for you from the summit of my tower。 Every evening I returned to myself more charmed； more despairing； more bewitched； more lost！
〃I had learned who you were； an Egyptian； Bohemian； gypsy； zingara。 How could I doubt the magic？ Listen。 I hoped that a trial would free me from the charm。 A witch enchanted Bruno d'Ast； he had her burned； and was cured。 I knew it。 I wanted to try the remedy。 First I tried to have you forbidden the square in front of Notre…Dame； hoping to forget you if you returned no more。 You paid no heed to it。 You returned。 Then the idea of abducting you occurred to me。 One night I made the attempt。 There were two of us。 We already had you in our power； when that miserable officer came up。 He delivered you。 Thus did he begin your unhappiness； mine； and his own。 Finally； no longer knowing what to do； and what was to become of me； I denounced you to the official。
〃I thought that I should be cured like Bruno d'Ast。 I also had a confused idea that a trial would deliver you into my hands； that； as a prisoner I should hold you； I should have you； that there you could not escape from me； that you had already possessed me a sufficiently long time to give me the right to possess you in my turn。 When one does wrong； one must do it thoroughly。 'Tis madness to halt midway in the monstrous！ The extreme of crime has its deliriums of joy。 A priest and a witch can mingle in delight upon the truss of straw in a dungeon！
〃Accordingly； I denounced you。 It was then that I terrified you when we met。 The plot which I was weaving against you； the storm which I was heaping up above your head； burst from me in threats and lightning glances。 Still； I hesitated。 My project had its terrible sides which made me shrink back。
〃Perhaps I might have renounced it； perhaps my hideous thought would have withered in my brain； without bearing fruit。 I thought that it would always depend upon me to follow up or discontinue this prosecution。 But every evil thought is inexorable； and insists on becoming a deed； but where I believed myself to be all powerful； fate was more powerful than I。 Alas！ 'tis fate which has seized you and delivered you to the terrible wheels of the machine which I had constructed doubly。 Listen。 I am nearing the end。
〃One day；again the sun was shining brilliantlyI behold man pass me uttering your name and laughing； who carries sensuality in his eyes。 Damnation！ I followed him； you know the rest。〃
He ceased。
The young girl could find but one word：
〃Oh； my Phoebus！〃
〃Not that name！〃 said the priest； grasping her arm violently。 〃Utter not that name！ Oh！ miserable wretches that we are； 'tis that name which has ruined us！ or； rather we have ruined each other by the inexplicable play of fate！ you are suffering； are you not？ you are cold； the night makes you blind； the dungeon envelops you； but perhaps you still have some light in the bottom of your soul； were it only your childish love for that empty man who played with your heart； while I bear the dungeon within me； within me there is winter； ice； despair； I have night in my soul。
〃Do you know what I have suffered？ I was present at your trial。 I was seated on the official's bench。 Yes； under one of the priests' cowls； there were the contortions of the damned。 When you were brought in； I was there； when you were questioned； I was there。Den of wolves！It was my crime； it was my gallows that I beheld being slowly reared over your head。 I was there for every witness； every proof； every plea； I could count each of your steps in the painful path； I was still there when that ferocious beastoh！ I had not foreseen torture！ Listen。 I followed you to that chamber of anguish。 I beheld you stripped and handled； half naked； by the infamous hands of the tormentor。 I beheld your foot； that foot which I would have given an empire to kiss and die； that foot； beneath which to have had my head crushed I should have felt such rapture；I beheld it encased in that horrible boot； which converts the limbs of a living being into one bloody clod。 Oh； wretch！ while I looked on at that； I held beneath my shroud a dagger； with which I lacerated my breast。 When you uttered that cry； I plunged it into my flesh； at a second cry； it would have entered my heart。 Look！ I believe that it still bleeds。〃
He opened his cassock。 His breast was in fact； mangled as by the claw of a tiger； and on his side he had a large and badly healed wound。
The prisoner recoiled with horror。
〃Oh！〃 said the priest； 〃young girl； have pity upon me！ You think yourself unhappy； alas！ alas！ you know not what unhappiness is。 Oh！ to love a woman！ to be a priest！ to be hated！ to love with all the fury of one's soul； to feel that one would give for the least of her smiles； one's blood； one's vitals； one's fame； one's salvation； one's immortality and eternity； this life and the other； to regret that one is not a king； emperor； archangel； God； in order that one might place a greater slave beneath her feet； to clasp her night and day in one's dreams and one's thoughts； and to behold her in love with the trappings of a soldier and to have nothing to offer her but a priest's dirty cassock； which will inspire her with fear and disgust！ To be present with one's jealousy and one's rage； while she lavishes on a miserable； blustering imbecile； treasures of love and beauty！ To behold that body whose form burns you； that bosom which possesses so much sweetness； that flesh palpitate and blush beneath the kisses of another！ Oh heaven！ to love her foot； her arm； her shoulder； to think of her blue veins； of her brown skin； until one writhes for whole nights together on the pavement of one's cell； and to behold all those caresses which one has dreamed of； end in torture！ To have succeeded only in stretching her upon the leather bed！ Oh！ these are the veritable pincers； reddened in the fires of hell。 Oh！ blessed is he who is sawn between two planks； or torn in pieces by four horses！ Do you know what that torture is； which is imposed upon you for long nights by your burning arteries； your bursting heart； your breaking head； your teeth…knawed hands； mad tormentors which turn you incessantly； as upon a red…hot gridiron； to a thought of love； of jealousy； and of despair！ Young girl； mercy！ a truce for a moment！ a few ashes on these live coals！ Wipe away； I beseech you； the perspiration which trickles in great drops from my brow！ Child！ torture me with one hand； but caress me with the other！ Have pity； young girl！ Have pity upon me！〃
The priest writhed on the wet pavement； beating his head against the corners of the stone steps。 The young girl gazed at him； and listened to him。
When he ceased； exhausted and panting； she repeated in a low voice；
〃Oh my Phoebus！〃
The priest dragged himself towards her on his knees。
〃I beseech you；〃 he cried； 〃if you have any heart； do not repulse me！ Oh！ I love you！ I am a wretch！ When you utter that name； unhappy girl； it is as though you crushed all the fibres of my heart between your teeth。 Mercy！ If you come from hell I will go thither with you。 I have done everything to that end。 The hell where you are； shall he paradise； the sight of you is more charming than that of God！ Oh！ speak！ you will have none of me？ I should have thought the mountains would be shaken in their foundations on the day when a woman would repulse such a love。 Oh！ if you only would！ Oh！ how happy we might be。 We would fleeI would help you to flee；we would go somewhere； we would seek that spot on earth； where the sun is brightest； the sky the bluest； where the trees are most luxuriant。 We would love each other； we would pour our two souls into each other； and we would have a thirst for ourselves which we would quench in common and incessantly at that fountain of inexhaustible love。〃
She interrupted with a terrible and thrilling laugh。
〃Look； father； you have blood on your fingers！〃
The priest remained for several moments as though petrified； with his eyes fixed upon his hand。
〃Well； yes！〃 he resumed at last； with strange gentleness； 〃insult me； scoff at me； overwhelm me with scorn！ but come； come。 Let us make haste。 It is to be to…morrow； I tell you。 The gibbet on the Grève； you know it？ it stands always ready。 It is horrible！ to see you ride in that tumbrel！ Oh mercy！ Until now I have never felt the power of my love for you。Oh！ follow me。 You shall take your time to love me after I have saved you。 You shall hate me as long as you will。 But come。 To…morrow！ to…morrow！ the gallows！ your execution！ Oh！ save yourself！ spare me！〃
He seized her arm； he was beside himself； he tried to drag her away。
She fixed her eye intently on him。
〃What has become of my Phoebus？〃
〃Ah！〃 said the priest； releasing her arm； 〃you are pitiless。〃
〃What has become of Phoebus？〃 she repeated coldly。
〃He is dead！〃 cried the priest。
〃Dead！〃 said she； still icy and motionless 〃then why do you talk to me of living？〃
He was not listening to her。
〃Oh！ yes；〃 said he； as though speaking to himself； 〃he certainly must be dead。 The blade pierced deeply。 I believe I touched his heart with the point。 Oh！ my very soul was at the end of the dagger！〃
The young girl flung herself upon him like a ra
