the magic skin(驴皮记)-第15章
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with black hair and well…shaped eyes。 Lebel might have summoned
together all the fair women of Versailles; who since morning had
perfected all their wiles; and now came like a troupe of Oriental
women; bidden by the slave merchant to be ready to set out at dawn。
They stood disconcerted and confused about the table; huddled together
in a murmuring group like bees in a hive。 The combination of timid
embarrassment with coquettishness and a sort of expostulation was the
result either of calculated effect or a spontaneous modesty。 Perhaps a
sentiment of which women are never utterly divested prescribed to them
the cloak of modesty to heighten and enhance the charms of wantonness。
So the venerable Taillefer's designs seemed on the point of collapse;
for these unbridled natures were subdued from the very first by the
majesty with which woman is invested。 There was a murmur of
admiration; which vibrated like a soft musical note。 Wine had not
taken love for traveling companion; instead of a violent tumult of
passions; the guests thus taken by surprise; in a moment of weakness;
gave themselves up to luxurious raptures of delight。
Artists obeyed the voice of poetry which constrains them; and studied
with pleasure the different delicate tints of these chosen examples of
beauty。 Sobered by a thought perhaps due to some emanation from a
bubble of carbonic acid in the champagne; a philosopher shuddered at
the misfortunes which had brought these women; once perhaps worthy of
the truest devotion; to this。 Each one doubtless could have unfolded a
cruel tragedy。 Infernal tortures followed in the train of most of
them; and they drew after them faithless men; broken vows; and
pleasures atoned for in wretchedness。 Polite advances were made by the
guests; and conversations began; as varied in character as the
speakers。 They broke up into groups。 It might have been a fashionable
drawing…room where ladies and young girls offer after dinner the
assistance that coffee; liqueurs; and sugar afford to diners who are
struggling in the toils of a perverse digestion。 But in a little while
laughter broke out; the murmur grew; and voices were raised。 The
saturnalia; subdued for a moment; threatened at times to renew itself。
The alternations of sound and silence bore a distant resemblance to a
symphony of Beethoven's。
The two friends; seated on a silken divan; were first approached by a
tall; well…proportioned girl of stately bearing; her features were
irregular; but her face was striking and vehement in expression; and
impressed the mind by the vigor of its contrasts。 Her dark hair fell
in luxuriant curls; with which some hand seemed to have played havoc
already; for the locks fell lightly over the splendid shoulders that
thus attracted attention。 The long brown curls half hid her queenly
throat; though where the light fell upon it; the delicacy of its fine
outlines was revealed。 Her warm and vivid coloring was set off by the
dead white of her complexion。 Bold and ardent glances came from under
the long eyelashes; the damp; red; half…open lips challenged a kiss。
Her frame was strong but compliant; with a bust and arms strongly
developed; as in figures drawn by the Caracci; she yet seemed active
and elastic; with a panther's strength and suppleness; and in the same
way the energetic grace of her figure suggested fierce pleasures。
But though she might romp perhaps and laugh; there was something
terrible in her eyes and her smile。 Like a pythoness possessed by the
demon; she inspired awe rather than pleasure。 All changes; one after
another; flashed like lightning over every mobile feature of her face。
She might captivate a jaded fancy; but a young man would have feared
her。 She was like some colossal statue fallen from the height of a
Greek temple; so grand when seen afar; too roughly hewn to be seen
anear。 And yet; in spite of all; her terrible beauty could have
stimulated exhaustion; her voice might charm the deaf; her glances
might put life into the bones of the dead; and therefore Emile was
vaguely reminded of one of Shakespeare's tragediesa wonderful maze;
in which joy groans; and there is something wild even about love; and
the magic of forgiveness and the warmth of happiness succeed to cruel
storms of rage。 She was a siren that can both kiss and devour; laugh
like a devil; or weep as angels can。 She could concentrate in one
instant all a woman's powers of attraction in a single effort (the
sighs of melancholy and the charms of maiden's shyness alone
excepted); then in a moment rise in fury like a nation in revolt; and
tear herself; her passion; and her lover; in pieces。
Dressed in red velvet; she trampled under her reckless feet the stray
flowers fallen from other heads; and held out a salver to the two
friends; with careless hands。 The white arms stood out in bold relief
against the velvet。 Proud of her beauty; proud (who knows?) of her
corruption; she stood like a queen of pleasure; like an incarnation of
enjoyment; the enjoyment that comes of squandering the accumulations
of three generations; that scoffs at its progenitors; and makes merry
over a corpse; that will dissolve pearls and wreck thrones; turn old
men into boys; and make young men prematurely old; enjoyment only
possible to giants weary of their power; tormented by reflection; or
for whom strife has become a plaything。
〃What is your name?〃 asked Raphael。
〃Aquilina。〃
〃Out of Venice Preserved!〃 exclaimed Emile。
〃Yes;〃 she answered。 〃Just as a pope takes a new name when he is
exalted above all other men; I; too; took another name when I raised
myself above women's level。〃
〃Then have you; like your patron saint; a terrible and noble lover; a
conspirator; who would die for you?〃 cried Emile eagerlythis gleam
of poetry had aroused his interest。
〃Once I had;〃 she answered。 〃But I had a rival too in La Guillotine。 I
have worn something red about me ever since; lest any happiness should
carry me away。〃
〃Oh; if you are going to get her on to the story of those four lads of
La Rochelle; she will never get to the end of it。 That's enough;
Aquilina。 As if every woman could not bewail some lover or other;
though not every one has the luck to lose him on the scaffold; as you
have done。 I would a great deal sooner see a lover of mine in a trench
at the back of Clamart than in a rival's arms。〃
All this in the gentlest and most melodious accents; and pronounced by
the prettiest; gentlest; and most innocent…looking little person that
a fairy wand ever drew from an enchanted eggshell。 She had come up
noiselessly; and they became aware of a slender; dainty figure;
charmingly timid blue eyes; and white transparent brows。 No ingenue
among the naiads; a truant from her river spring; could have been
shyer; whiter; more ingenuous than this young girl; seemingly about
sixteen years old; ignorant of evil and of the storms of life; and
fresh from some church in which she must have prayed the angels to
call her to heaven before the time。 Only in Paris are such natures as
this to be found; concealing depths of depravity behind a fair mask;
and the most artificial vices beneath a brow as young and fair as an
opening flower。
At first the angelic promise of those soft lineaments misled the
friends。 Raphael and Emile took the coffee which she poured into the
cups brought by Aquilina; and began to talk with her。 In the eyes of
the two poets she soon became transformed into some sombre allegory;
of I know not what aspect of human life。 She opposed to the vigorous
and ardent expression of her commanding acquaintance a revelation of
heartless corruption and voluptuous cruelty。 Heedless enough to
perpetrate a crime; hardy enough to feel no misgivings; a pitiless
demon that wrings larger and kinder natures with torments that it is
incapable of knowing; that simpers over a traffic in love; sheds tears
over a victim's funeral; and beams with joy over the reading of the
will。 A poet might have admired the magnificent Aquilina; but the
winning Euphrasia must be repulsive to every onethe first was the
soul of sin; the second; sin without a soul in it。
〃I should dearly like to know;〃 Emile remarke