pped at the door, and was
speedily conducted to the best room in the house. He ordered a fire
to be lighted. He also asked for sugar and water, and writing
materials. At this moment he was as firm as in the morning.
"I must not hesitate," he muttered, "nor recoil from my fate."
He sat down at the table near the fireplace, and wrote in a firm
hand a declaration which he destined for the police.
"No one must be accused of my death," he commenced; and he went on
by asking that the hotel-keeper should be indemnified.
The hour by the clock was five minutes before eleven; he placed his
pistols on the mantel.
"I will shoot myself at midnight," thought he. "I have yet an hour
to live."
The count threw himself in an arm-chair and buried his face in his
hands. Why did he not kill himself at once? Why impose on himself
this hour of waiting, of anguish and torture? He could not have told.
He began again to think over the events of his life, reflecting on
the headlong rapidity of the occurrences which had brought him to
that wretched room. How time had passed! It seemed but yesterday
that he first began to borrow. It does little good, however, to a
man who has fallen to the bottom of the abyss, to know the causes
why he fell.
The large hand of the clock had passed the half hour after eleven.
He thought of the newspaper item which he had just read. Who
furnished the information? Doubtless it was Jenny. She had come to
her senses, tearfully hastened after him. When she failed to find
him on the boulevard, she had probably gone to his house, then to
his club, then to some of his friends. So that to-night, at this
very moment, the world was discussing him.
"Have you heard the news?"
"Ah, yes, poor Tremorel! What a romance! A good fellow, only--"
He thought he heard this "only" greeted with laughter and innuendoes.
Time passed on. The ringing vibration of the clock was at hand; the
hour had come.
The count got up, seized his pistols, and placed himself near the
bed, so as
Notka biograficzna
aranżacja wnętrz warszawa Lodówki, lodówka kreatyna
niezarejestrowana strona system wymiany linkow 906 brak hosta sprawdz strone
John Addington Symonds (October 5, 1840 - April 19, 1893) was an English poet and literary critic. He was an early advocate of the validity of male love which included for him pederastic as well as egalitarian relationships, and which he would refer to as lamour de limpossible.