Conscience -- Volume 1
home early, but she cleared off the table,
ains of the chicken," she sai
aw that she had thought not only of his breakfast for the fol
heart you h
think of th
tenderness and
uld do somet
of use to him, and that his experiments might be rudely interrupted the next morning or in a few days, was not a sufficient reason for being idle. He had work to do, and he
pain, by preoccupation or by misery. In the street he could think of Phillis, be he hungry or sleepy; at his desk
of which he boasted; for although he knew that he had others
uch as I wish. My will never
aw upon his memory for certain facts, he found that it did not obey him as usual; there were a hesitation, a fogginess, above all, extraordinary w
ormal state, and his will o
him mechanically from time to time. The name w
ly spoken, and to which he had attached no importance at the moment
not s
man, even as wicked as this one, and yet, in talking of it, he foun
lis herself
e his executor, but this was the scruple of a simple conscience, for
erest of so much a hundred on a dot, advised him to hasten the death o
e mad to pursue this idea; then immediately, to get rid of it, he set to wor
not control his will, he t
ll the difficulties against which he had struggled, and which would overwhelm him,
no more creditors.
lm spirit that the fever of material troubles would not d
lture-tubes were not broken; his vases, his balloons, were not at the second-hand dealer's. He continued this train of thought to the resul
tion was
side,
side, humanit
ty deaths, and who would, anyho
would profit by a discovery o
stood out on his hands, and
the possibility of which he admitted? Or fr
think about it,
igent men, before engaging in a
ie's death h
ntrary, everyt
ruples, or Brigard's belie
m, would he not be
ld he shrink? Wh
en they came to a decision on good grounds. It was before that they
, in which their hand is plainly seen. As for him, he was a man of science and precision, and he would not compromise himself by act or sentiment; there would be nothing to fear during the action, and nothing afterward. Caffie st
was inundated by perspira
e fire had long since gone out; out-of-doors the street noises had ceased, and i
made men, the successful men, who have not left some corpses on the road behind them
work, than to make a way by blows; but he had not chosen this road, he was thrown into it by circumstances, by fate, and whoever wish
on, undoubtedly. Robber! The word was yet more vile than that of assassin. But who would miss the few banknotes that he would take from the safe? T
and he was angry with himself for being so nervous,
d a man dressed like a
rdon for distu
do you
wife, if you will be so g
he matter
The nurse does not know what t
e tell you to
sent me to D
el
up on account of his bronchitis. An
is r
onest man, but we are not rich;
nd. Wait a
llowed the laborer, who, on the wa
Saniel asked, interrup
la Cor
a room that was perfectly clean, in spite of its poverty. As soon as Saniel e
child
es
well; let
e a careful examination of th
to die. Save
ve you," he said, very
rom the bed and
ave the mother is
mained a long time with the patient. When he reached the street a neighboring c
ill this child, who had, perhaps, sixty or seventy years of happy life before it, and he hesitated at the death of Caffie, to whom remained only a miserable existence of a
object that glittered in the glare of the gas. He approached it, and found that it was a bu
en looking all about him, and seeing no one in the deserted street, and
fate wa
ITOR'S B
es as one may be, one
nt as a s
self is strength, bu
s a bad weig
n affair of environm
y to make myself
e last word of the
e virtue of work
persons ha
own something who w
id not lose my fri
for light reading, a
nciple was never
as never disturbed or
e the deed,
onscience is the prop
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