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In
the
midst
,
by
the
shattered
fountain
,
grew
the
magnificent
shrub
,
with
its
purple
gems
clustering
all
over
it
;
they
glowed
in
the
air
,
and
gleamed
back
again
out
of
the
depths
of
the
pool
,
which
thus
seemed
to
overflow
with
colored
radiance
from
the
rich
reflection
that
was
steeped
in
it
.
At
first
,
as
we
have
said
,
the
garden
was
a
solitude
.
Soon
,
however
,
—
as
Giovanni
had
half
hoped
,
half
feared
,
would
be
the
case
,
—
a
figure
appeared
beneath
the
antique
sculptured
portal
,
and
came
down
between
the
rows
of
plants
,
inhaling
their
various
perfumes
as
if
she
were
one
of
those
beings
of
old
classic
fable
that
lived
upon
sweet
odors
.
On
again
beholding
Beatrice
,
the
young
man
was
even
startled
to
perceive
how
much
her
beauty
exceeded
his
recollection
of
it
;
so
brilliant
,
so
vivid
,
was
its
character
,
that
she
glowed
amid
the
sunlight
,
and
,
as
Giovanni
whispered
to
himself
,
positively
illuminated
the
more
shadowy
intervals
of
the
garden
path
.
Her
face
being
now
more
revealed
than
on
the
former
occasion
,
he
was
struck
by
its
expression
of
simplicity
and
sweetness
,
—
qualities
that
had
not
entered
into
his
idea
of
her
character
,
and
which
made
him
ask
anew
what
manner
of
mortal
she
might
be
.
Nor
did
he
fail
again
to
observe
,
or
imagine
,
an
analogy
between
the
beautiful
girl
and
the
gorgeous
shrub
that
hung
its
gemlike
flowers
over
the
fountain
,
—
a
resemblance
which
Beatrice
seemed
to
have
indulged
a
fantastic
humor
in
heightening
,
both
by
the
arrangement
of
her
dress
and
the
selection
of
its
hues
.
Approaching
the
shrub
,
she
threw
open
her
arms
,
as
with
a
passionate
ardor
,
and
drew
its
branches
into
an
intimate
embrace
—
so
intimate
that
her
features
were
hidden
in
its
leafy
bosom
and
her
glistening
ringlets
all
intermingled
with
the
flowers
.
"
Give
me
thy
breath
,
my
sister
,
"
exclaimed
Beatrice
;
"
for
I
am
faint
with
common
air
.
And
give
me
this
flower
of
thine
,
which
I
separate
with
gentlest
fingers
from
the
stem
and
place
it
close
beside
my
heart
.
"
With
these
words
the
beautiful
daughter
of
Rappaccini
plucked
one
of
the
richest
blossoms
of
the
shrub
,
and
was
about
to
fasten
it
in
her
bosom
.
But
now
,
unless
Giovanni
’
s
draughts
of
wine
had
bewildered
his
senses
,
a
singular
incident
occurred
.
A
small
orange
-
colored
reptile
,
of
the
lizard
or
chameleon
species
,
chanced
to
be
creeping
along
the
path
,
just
at
the
feet
of
Beatrice
.
It
appeared
to
Giovanni
,
—
but
,
at
the
distance
from
which
he
gazed
,
he
could
scarcely
have
seen
anything
so
minute
,
—
it
appeared
to
him
,
however
,
that
a
drop
or
two
of
moisture
from
the
broken
stem
of
the
flower
descended
upon
the
lizard
’
s
head
.
For
an
instant
the
reptile
contorted
itself
violently
,
and
then
lay
motionless
in
the
sunshine
.
Beatrice
observed
this
remarkable
phenomenon
and
crossed
herself
,
sadly
,
but
without
surprise
;
nor
did
she
therefore
hesitate
to
arrange
the
fatal
flower
in
her
bosom
.
There
it
blushed
,
and
almost
glimmered
with
the
dazzling
effect
of
a
precious
stone
,
adding
to
her
dress
and
aspect
the
one
appropriate
charm
which
nothing
else
in
the
world
could
have
supplied
.
But
Giovanni
,
out
of
the
shadow
of
his
window
,
bent
forward
and
shrank
back
,
and
murmured
and
trembled
.
"
Am
I
awake
?
Have
I
my
senses
?
"
said
he
to
himself
.
"
What
is
this
being
?
Beautiful
shall
I
call
her
,
or
inexpressibly
terrible
?
"
Beatrice
now
strayed
carelessly
through
the
garden
,
approaching
closer
beneath
Giovanni
’
s
window
,
so
that
he
was
compelled
to
thrust
his
head
quite
out
of
its
concealment
in
order
to
gratify
the
intense
and
painful
curiosity
which
she
excited
.
At
this
moment
there
came
a
beautiful
insect
over
the
garden
wall
;
it
had
,
perhaps
,
wandered
through
the
city
,
and
found
no
flowers
or
verdure
among
those
antique
haunts
of
men
until
the
heavy
perfumes
of
Dr
.
Rappaccini
’
s
shrubs
had
lured
it
from
afar
.
Without
alighting
on
the
flowers
,
this
winged
brightness
seemed
to
be
attracted
by
Beatrice
,
and
lingered
in
the
air
and
fluttered
about
her
head
.
Now
,
here
it
could
not
be
but
that
Giovanni
Guasconti
’
s
eyes
deceived
him
.
Be
that
as
it
might
,
he
fancied
that
,
while
Beatrice
was
gazing
at
the
insect
with
childish
delight
,
it
grew
faint
and
fell
at
her
feet
;
its
bright
wings
shivered
;
it
was
dead
—
from
no
cause
that
he
could
discern
,
unless
it
were
the
atmosphere
of
her
breath
.
Again
Beatrice
crossed
herself
and
sighed
heavily
as
she
bent
over
the
dead
insect
.
An
impulsive
movement
of
Giovanni
drew
her
eyes
to
the
window
.
There
she
beheld
the
beautiful
head
of
the
young
man
—
rather
a
Grecian
than
an
Italian
head
,
with
fair
,
regular
features
,
and
a
glistening
of
gold
among
his
ringlets
—
gazing
down
upon
her
like
a
being
that
hovered
in
mid
air
.
Scarcely
knowing
what
he
did
,
Giovanni
threw
down
the
bouquet
which
he
had
hitherto
held
in
his
hand
.
"
Signora
,
"
said
he
,
"
there
are
pure
and
healthful
flowers
.
Wear
them
for
the
sake
of
Giovanni
Guasconti
.
"
