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His
body
seemed
to
acquire
an
airy
lightness
,
his
perception
brightened
in
a
remarkable
manner
,
his
senses
seemed
to
redouble
their
power
,
the
horizon
continued
to
expand
;
but
it
was
not
the
gloomy
horizon
of
vague
alarms
,
and
which
he
had
seen
before
he
slept
,
but
a
blue
,
transparent
,
unbounded
horizon
,
with
all
the
blue
of
the
ocean
,
all
the
spangles
of
the
sun
,
all
the
perfumes
of
the
summer
breeze
;
then
,
in
the
midst
of
the
songs
of
his
sailors
--
songs
so
clear
and
sonorous
,
that
they
would
have
made
a
divine
harmony
had
their
notes
been
taken
down
--
he
saw
the
Island
of
Monte
Cristo
,
no
longer
as
a
threatening
rock
in
the
midst
of
the
waves
,
but
as
an
oasis
in
the
desert
;
then
,
as
his
boat
drew
nearer
,
the
songs
became
louder
,
for
an
enchanting
and
mysterious
harmony
rose
to
heaven
,
as
if
some
Loreley
had
decreed
to
attract
a
soul
thither
,
or
Amphion
,
the
enchanter
,
intended
there
to
build
a
city
.
At
length
the
boat
touched
the
shore
,
but
without
effort
,
without
shock
,
as
lips
touch
lips
;
and
he
entered
the
grotto
amidst
continued
strains
of
most
delicious
melody
.
He
descended
,
or
rather
seemed
to
descend
,
several
steps
,
inhaling
the
fresh
and
balmy
air
,
like
that
which
may
be
supposed
to
reign
around
the
grotto
of
Circe
,
formed
from
such
perfumes
as
set
the
mind
a
dreaming
,
and
such
fires
as
burn
the
very
senses
;
and
he
saw
again
all
he
had
seen
before
his
sleep
,
from
Sinbad
,
his
singular
host
,
to
Ali
,
the
mute
attendant
;
then
all
seemed
to
fade
away
and
become
confused
before
his
eyes
,
like
the
last
shadows
of
the
magic
lantern
before
it
is
extinguished
,
and
he
was
again
in
the
chamber
of
statues
,
lighted
only
by
one
of
those
pale
and
antique
lamps
which
watch
in
the
dead
of
the
night
over
the
sleep
of
pleasure
.
They
were
the
same
statues
,
rich
in
form
,
in
attraction
,
and
poesy
,
with
eyes
of
fascination
,
smiles
of
love
,
and
bright
and
flowing
hair
.
They
were
Phryne
,
Cleopatra
,
Messalina
,
those
three
celebrated
courtesans
.
Then
among
them
glided
like
a
pure
ray
,
like
a
Christian
angel
in
the
midst
of
Olympus
,
one
of
those
chaste
figures
,
those
calm
shadows
,
those
soft
visions
,
which
seemed
to
veil
its
virgin
brow
before
these
marble
wantons
.
Then
the
three
statues
advanced
towards
him
with
looks
of
love
,
and
approached
the
couch
on
which
he
was
reposing
,
their
feet
hidden
in
their
long
white
tunics
,
their
throats
bare
,
hair
flowing
like
waves
,
and
assuming
attitudes
which
the
gods
could
not
resist
,
but
which
saints
withstood
,
and
looks
inflexible
and
ardent
like
those
with
which
the
serpent
charms
the
bird
;
and
then
he
gave
way
before
looks
that
held
him
in
a
torturing
grasp
and
delighted
his
senses
as
with
a
voluptuous
kiss
It
seemed
to
Franz
that
he
closed
his
eyes
,
and
in
a
last
look
about
him
saw
the
vision
of
modesty
completely
veiled
;
and
then
followed
a
dream
of
passion
like
that
promised
by
the
Prophet
to
the
elect
.
Lips
of
stone
turned
to
flame
,
breasts
of
ice
became
like
heated
lava
,
so
that
to
Franz
,
yielding
for
the
first
time
to
the
sway
of
the
drug
,
love
was
a
sorrow
and
voluptuousness
a
torture
,
as
burning
mouths
were
pressed
to
his
thirsty
lips
,
and
he
was
held
in
cool
serpent-like
embraces
.
The
more
he
strove
against
this
unhallowed
passion
the
more
his
senses
yielded
to
its
thrall
,
and
at
length
,
weary
of
a
struggle
that
taxed
his
very
soul
,
he
gave
way
and
sank
back
breathless
and
exhausted
beneath
the
kisses
of
these
marble
goddesses
,
and
the
enchantment
of
his
marvellous
dream
.
When
Franz
returned
to
himself
,
he
seemed
still
to
be
in
a
dream
.
He
thought
himself
in
a
sepulchre
,
into
which
a
ray
of
sunlight
in
pity
scarcely
penetrated
.
He
stretched
forth
his
hand
,
and
touched
stone
;
he
rose
to
his
seat
,
and
found
himself
lying
on
his
bournous
in
a
bed
of
dry
heather
,
very
soft
and
odoriferous
.
The
vision
had
fled
;
and
as
if
the
statues
had
been
but
shadows
from
the
tomb
,
they
had
vanished
at
his
waking
.
He
advanced
several
paces
towards
the
point
whence
the
light
came
,
and
to
all
the
excitement
of
his
dream
succeeded
the
calmness
of
reality
.
He
found
that
he
was
in
a
grotto
,
went
towards
the
opening
,
and
through
a
kind
of
fanlight
saw
a
blue
sea
and
an
azure
sky
.
The
air
and
water
were
shining
in
the
beams
of
the
morning
sun
;
on
the
shore
the
sailors
were
sitting
,
chatting
and
laughing
;
and
at
ten
yards
from
them
the
boat
was
at
anchor
,
undulating
gracefully
on
the
water
.
There
for
some
time
he
enjoyed
the
fresh
breeze
which
played
on
his
brow
,
and
listened
to
the
dash
of
the
waves
on
the
beach
,
that
left
against
the
rocks
a
lace
of
foam
as
white
as
silver
.
He
was
for
some
time
without
reflection
or
thought
for
the
divine
charm
which
is
in
the
things
of
nature
,
specially
after
a
fantastic
dream
;
then
gradually
this
view
of
the
outer
world
,
so
calm
,
so
pure
,
so
grand
,
reminded
him
of
the
illusiveness
of
his
vision
,
and
once
more
awakened
memory
.
He
recalled
his
arrival
on
the
island
,
his
presentation
to
a
smuggler
chief
,
a
subterranean
palace
full
of
splendor
,
an
excellent
supper
,
and
a
spoonful
of
hashish
.
It
seemed
,
however
,
even
in
the
very
face
of
open
day
,
that
at
least
a
year
had
elapsed
since
all
these
things
had
passed
,
so
deep
was
the
impression
made
in
his
mind
by
the
dream
,
and
so
strong
a
hold
had
it
taken
of
his
imagination
.
Thus
every
now
and
then
he
saw
in
fancy
amid
the
sailors
,
seated
on
a
rock
,
or
undulating
in
the
vessel
,
one
of
the
shadows
which
had
shared
his
dream
with
looks
and
kisses
.
Otherwise
,
his
head
was
perfectly
clear
,
and
his
body
refreshed
;
he
was
free
from
the
slightest
headache
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
felt
a
certain
degree
of
lightness
,
a
faculty
for
absorbing
the
pure
air
,
and
enjoying
the
bright
sunshine
more
vividly
than
ever
.
He
went
gayly
up
to
the
sailors
,
who
rose
as
soon
as
they
perceived
him
;
and
the
patron
,
accosting
him
,
said
,
"
The
Signor
Sinbad
has
left
his
compliments
for
your
excellency
,
and
desires
us
to
express
the
regret
he
feels
at
not
being
able
to
take
his
leave
in
person
;
but
he
trusts
you
will
excuse
him
,
as
very
important
business
calls
him
to
Malaga
.
"
"
So
,
then
,
Gaetano
,
"
said
Franz
,
"
this
is
,
then
,
all
reality
;
there
exists
a
man
who
has
received
me
in
this
island
,
entertained
me
right
royally
,
and
his
departed
while
I
was
asleep
?
"
"
He
exists
as
certainly
as
that
you
may
see
his
small
yacht
with
all
her
sails
spread
;
and
if
you
will
use
your
glass
,
you
will
,
in
all
probability
,
recognize
your
host
in
the
midst
of
his
crew
.
"
So
saying
,
Gaetano
pointed
in
a
direction
in
which
a
small
vessel
was
making
sail
towards
the
southern
point
of
Corsica
.
Franz
adjusted
his
telescope
,
and
directed
it
towards
the
yacht
.
Gaetano
was
not
mistaken
.
At
the
stern
the
mysterious
stranger
was
standing
up
looking
towards
the
shore
,
and
holding
a
spy-glass
in
his
hand
.
He
was
attired
as
he
had
been
on
the
previous
evening
,
and
waved
his
pocket-handkerchief
to
his
guest
in
token
of
adieu
.
Franz
returned
the
salute
by
shaking
his
handkerchief
as
an
exchange
of
signals
.
After
a
second
,
a
slight
cloud
of
smoke
was
seen
at
the
stern
of
the
vessel
,
which
rose
gracefully
as
it
expanded
in
the
air
,
and
then
Franz
heard
a
slight
report
.
"
There
,
do
you
hear
?
"
observed
Gaetano
;
"
he
is
bidding
you
adieu
.
"
The
young
man
took
his
carbine
and
fired
it
in
the
air
,
but
without
any
idea
that
the
noise
could
be
heard
at
the
distance
which
separated
the
yacht
from
the
shore
.
