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What are you saying—and you a Christian woman? Is your creed which bids you return good for evil but a hypocrisy, that you pretend to follow it, and you boast of revenge—evil for good?
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
Perchance your prayers will earn your grace, but then you will see nothing of what comes to pass, as you will rest in the arms of the angels. Pray, lady; continue to pray!
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
You are right not to meet my glance, my lord, for then I see into your heart too clearly. It is a mirror which retains the image which it has reflected.
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
Heaven forgets, or tolerates—waiting for you to reform
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
Your highness shall know your fate, since your blindness drives you to it... Let her hear, for since she wanted to know, know she shall!
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
Mark this, my child, that I have tried to have this place fit for a queen, with nothing lacking for your comfort. So calm your folly. Live here as you would do in your convent cell.
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
There is little loss. I let the boiling go on the hundredth of a minute too long. Trifles are enormous in the hermetical art, but anyway, here are two crucibles empty and two ingots cast, and they amount to a hundred weight of fine gold.
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
Once for all I beg you to lay aside this pack of puerile beliefs brought from Rome, and all the rubbish of absurd superstitions which you have carted about with you since you ran away from the nunnery. Indeed, a nunnery is much to be deplored.
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
I cannot speak. Some things must not be told to princes... My wizard is worn out... Nothing is to follow but the gold turning into dry leaves, as in the Arabian tale.
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
The people will rise, and at last royalty will have arrayed against it philosophy, which is intelligence, Parliament, which is the middle class, and the mob, which is the people; in other words, the lever with which Archimedes can raise the world.
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)