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Selected Writings-Part31_Guy De Maupassant(1850-1893)_Translated Works(翻译文学)-第2页

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A waiter brought him his "bock," which he swallowed at a gulp.

But, in taking up his pipe again, trembling as he was, he broke



it. Then he made a violent gesture:

"Zounds! This is indeed a grief, a real grief. I have had it for



a month, and it was coloring so beautifully!"

Then he went off through the vast saloon, which was now full of



smoke and of people drinking, calling out:

"Waiter, a 'bock'--and a new pipe."



SEQUEL TO A DIVORCE

Certainly, although he had been engaged in the most



extraordinary, most unlikely, most extravagant, and funniest

cases, and had won legal games without a trump in his



hand--although he had worked out the obscure law of divorce, as

if it had been a Californian gold mine, Maitre[1] Garrulier, the



celebrated, the only Garrulier, could not check a movement of

surprise, nor a disheartening shake of the head, nor a smile,



when the Countess de Baudemont explained her affairs to him for

the first time.



[1] Title given to advocates in France.

He had just opened his correspondence, and his slender hands, on



which he bestowed the greatest attention, buried themselves in a

heap of female letters, and one might have thought oneself in the



confessional of a fashionablepreacher, so impregnated was the

atmosphere with delicateperfumes.



Immediately--even before she had said a word--with the sharp

glance of a practised man of the world, that look which made



beautiful Madame de Serpenoise say: "He strips your heart bare!"

the lawyer had classed her in the third category. Those who



suffer came into his first category, those who love, into the

second, and those who are bored, into the third--and she belonged



to the latter.

She was a pretty windmill, whose sails turned and flew round, and



fretted the blue sky with a deliciousshiver of joy, as it were,

and had the brain of a bird, in which four correct and healthy



ideas cannot exist side by side, and in which all dreams and

every kind of folly are engulfed, like a great kaleidoscope.



Incapable of hurting a fly, emotional, charitable, with a feeling

of tenderness for the street girl who sells bunches of violets



for a penny, for a cab horse which a driver is ill-using, for a

melancholy pauper's funeral, when the body, without friends or



relations to follow it, is being conveyed to the common grave,

doing anything that might afford five minutes' amusement, not



caring if she made men miserable for the rest of their days, and

taking pleasure in kindling passions which consumed men's whole



being, looking upon life as too short to be anything else than

one uninterrupted round of gaiety and enjoyment, she thought that



people might find plenty of time for being serious and reasonable

in the evening of life, when they are at the bottom of the hill,



and their looking-glasses reveal a wrinkled face, surrounded with

white hair.



A thorough-bred Parisian, whom one would follow to the end of the

world, like a poodle; a woman whom one adores with the head, the



heart, and the senses until one is nearly driven mad, as soon as

one has inhaled the delicateperfume that emanates from her dress



and hair, or touched her skin, and heard her laugh; a woman for

whom one would fight a duel and risk one's life without a



thought; for whom a man would remove mountains, and sell his soul

to the devil several times over, if the devil were still in the



habit of frequenting the places of bad repute on this earth.

She had perhaps come to see this Garrulier, whom she had so often



heard mentioned at five o'clock teas, so as to be able to

describe him to her female friends subsequently in droll phrases,



imitating his gestures and the unctuous inflections of his voice,

in order, perhaps, to experience some new sensation, or, perhaps,



for the sake of dressing like a woman who was going to try for a

divorce; and, certainly, the whole effect was perfect. She wore a



splendid cloak embroidered with jet--which gave an almost serious

effect to her golden hair, to her small slightly turned-up nose,



with its quivering nostrils, and to her large eyes, full of

enigma and fun--over a dark stuff dress, which was fastened at



the neck by a sapphire and a diamond pin.

The barrister did not interrupt her, but allowed her to get






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