the crime of sylvestre bonnard-第4章
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annot tell how it happened that this doll attracted me。 I was very proud of being a boy； I despised little girls； and I longed impatiently for the day （which alas！ has come） when a strong beard should bristle on my chin。 I played at being a soldier； and； under the pretext of obtaining forage for my rocking…horse； I used to make sad havoc among the plants my poor mother delighted to keep on her window…sill。 Manly amusements those； I should say！ And； nevertheless； I was consumed with longing for a doll。 Characters like Hercules have such weaknesses occasionally。 Was the one I had fallen in love with at all beautiful？ No。 I can see her now。 She had a splotch of vermilion on either cheek； short soft arms； horrible wooden hands； and long sprawling legs。 Her flowered petticoat was fastened at the waist with two pins。 Even now I cans see the balck heads of those two pins。 It was a decidedly vulgar dollsmelt of the faubourg。 I remember perfectly well that； child as I was then； before I had put on my first pair of trousers； I was quite conscious in my own way that this doll lacked grace and stylethat she was gross； that she was course。 But I loved her in spite of that； I loved her just for that； I loved her only； I wanted her。 My soldiers and my drums had become as nothing in my eyes； I ceased to stick sprigs of heliotrope and veronica into the mouth of my rocking…horse。 That doll was all the world to me。 I invented ruses worthy of a savage to oblige Virginie； my nurse； to take me by the little shop in the Rue de Seine。 I would press my nose against the window until my nurse had to take my arm and drag me away。 〃Monsieur Sylvestre； it is late； and your mamma will scold you。〃 Monsieur Sylvestre in those days made very little of either scoldings or whippings。 But his nurse lifted him up like a feather； and Monsieur Sylvestre yielded to force。 In after…years； with age； he degenerated； and sometimes yielded to fear。 But at that time he used to fear nothing。
I was unhappy。 An unreasoning but irresistible shame prevented me from telling my mother about the object of my love。 Thence all my sufferings。 For many days that doll； incessantly present in fancy； danced before my eyes； stared at me fixedly； opened her arms to me； assuming in my imagination a sort of life which made her appear at once mysterious and weird； and thereby all the more charming and desirable。
Finally； one daya day I shall never forgetmy nurse took me to see my uncle； Captain Victor； who had invited me to lunch。 I admired my uncle a great deal； as much because he had fired the last French cartridge at Waterloo； as because he used to prepare with his own hands； at my mother's table； certain chapons…a…l'ail ＇Crust on which garlic has been rubbed＇； which he afterwards put in the chicory salad。 I thought that was very fine！ My Uncle Victor also inspired me with much respect by his frogged coat； and still more by his way of turning the whole house upside down from the moment he came into it。 Even now I cannot tell just how he managed it； but I can affirm that whenever my Uncle Victor found himself in any assembly of twenty persons； it was impossible to see or to hear anybody but him。 My excellent father； I have reason to believe； never shared my admiration for Uncle Victor； who used to sicken him with his pipe； give him great thumps in the back by way of friendliness； and accuse him of lacking energy。 My mother； though always showing a sister's indulgence to the Captain； sometimes advised him to fold the brandy… bottle a little less frequently。 But I had no part either in these repugnances or these reproaches； and Uncle Victor inspired me with the purest enthusiasm。 It was therefore with a feeling of pride that I entered into the little lodging he occupied in the Rue Guenegaud。 The entire lunch； served on a small table close to the fireplace； consisted of cold meats and confectionery。
The Captain stuffed me with cakes and undiluted wine。 He told me of numberless injustices to which he had been a victim。 He complained particularly of the Bourbons； and as he neglected to tell me who the Bourbons were； I got the ideaI can't tell howthat the Bourbons were horse…dealers established at Waterloo。 The Captain； who never interrupted his talk except for the purpose of pouring out wine； furthermore made charges against a number of dirty scoundrels； blackguards； and good…for…nothings whom I did not know anything about； but whom I hated from the bottom of my heart。 At dessert I thought I heard the Captain say my father was a man who could be led anywhere by the nose； but I am not quite sure that I understood him。 I had a buzzing in my ears； and it seemed to me that the table was dancing。
My uncle put on his frogged coat； took his bell shaped hat； and we descended to the street； which seemed to me singularly changed。 It looked to me as if I had not been in it before for ever so long a time。 Nevertheless； when we came to the Rue de Seine； the idea of my doll suddenly returned to my mind and excited me in an extraordinary way。 My head was on fire。 I resolved upon a desperate expedient。 We were passing before the window。 She was there； behind the glasswith her red checks； and her flowered petticoat； and her long legs。
〃Uncle；〃 I said； with a great effort； 〃will you buy that doll for me？〃
And I waited。
〃Buy a doll for a boysacrebleu！〃 cried my uncle； in a voice of thunder。 〃Do you wish to dishonour yourself？ And it is that old Mag there that you want！ Well； I must compliment you； my young fellow！ If you grow up with such tastes as that； you will never have any pleasure in life； and your comrades will call you a precious ninny。 If you asked me for a sword or a gun； my boy； I would buy them for you with the last silver crown of my pension。 But to buy a doll for youby all that's holy！to disgrace you！ Never in the world！ Why； if I were ever to see you playing with a puppet rigged out like that； Monsieur； my sister's son； I would disown you for my nephew！〃
On hearing these words； I felt my heart so wrung that nothing but pridea diabolical pridekept me from crying。
My uncle； suddenly calming down； returned to his ideas about the Bourbons； but I； still smarting under the weight of his indignation； felt an unspeakable shame。 My resolve was quickly made。 I promised myself never to disgrace myselfI firmly and for ever renounced that red…cheeked doll。
I felt that day； for the first time； the austere sweetness of sacrifice。
Captain； though it be true that all your life you swore like a pagan； smoked like a beadle； and drank like a bell…ringer； be your memory nevertheless honourednot merely because you were a brave soldier； but also because you revealed to your little nephew in petticoats the sentiment of heroism！ Pride and laziness had made you almost insupportable； Uncle Victor！but a great heart used to beat under those frogs upon your coat。 You always used to wear； I now remember； a rose in your button…hole。 That rose which you offered so readily to the shop…girlsthat large； open…hearted flower； scattering its petals to all the winds； was the symbol of your glorious youth。 You despised neither wine nor tobacco； but you despised life。 Neither delicacy nor common sense could have been learned from you； Captain； but you taught me； even at an age when my nurse had to wipe my nose； a lesson of honour and self…abrogation that I shall never forget。
You have now been sleeping for many years in the Cemetery of Mont… Parnasse； under a plain slab bearing the epitaph：
CI…GIT ARISTIDE VICTOR MALDENT； Capitaine d'Infanterie； Chevalier de la Legion d'Honneur。
But such； Captain； was not the inscription devised by yourself to be placed above those old bones of yoursknocked about so long on fields of battle and in haunts of pleasure。 Among your papers was found this proud and bitter epitaph； which； despite your last will none could have ventured to put upon your tomb：
CI…GIT UN BRIGAND DE LA LOIRE
〃Therese； we will get a wreath of immortelles to…morrow； and lay them on the tomb of the Brigand of the Lo
