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I buy bread and cherries for my old friends.
The old bear knows me well, for I am the only
one who brings him cherries morning and evening.
I give bread to the young elephant, who
spits in my fate after he has eaten it—the young,
faithless ingrate!
Farewell, ye vultures who had to exchange the
sky for a dirty cage! Farewell, bison and behemoth,
thou chained demon! Farewell, ye loving
pair of sea-birds whom wedded love consoles for
the loss of ocean and its wide horizon! Farewell,
stones, plants, flowers, trees, butterflies,
birds, snakes, all creatures of a good God! And
you great men, Bernadin de Saint-Pierre,
Linnæus, Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire, Haüy, whose
names shine in gold on the front of the
temple—farewell! but we meet again. So I part from
this earthly Paradise, and Séraphita’s noble
words come to my mind, “Adieu, pauvre terre!
adieu!”
When I re-enter the hotel garden, I become
aware of the presence of a man, who must have
come in my absence. I do not see him, but feel
him. What increases my confusion is the visible
alteration which the adjoining room has undergone.
A cloth hung over a rope obviously conceals
something. On the mantelpiece are metal
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