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The Wandering Jew Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Wandering Jew novel. A total of 254 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Wandering Jew.by Eugene Sue.A NOTE ON THE AUTHOR OF THE WANDERING JEW: EUGENE SUE (1
The Wandering Jew.by Eugene Sue.A NOTE ON THE AUTHOR OF THE WANDERING JEW: EUGENE SUE (1804-1857) Time and again physicians and seamen have made noteworthy reputations as novelists. But it is rare in the annals of literature that a man trained in both pro
- 254 "Die in peace, my sister! The great day has dawned--the sun is rising--behold!" "Blessed be G.o.d!" "Blessed be G.o.d!" And at the moment when those two voices ceased forever, the sun rose radiant and dazzling, and deluged th
- 253 They came to his a.s.sistance. Quick steps were heard upon the stairs, and Dr. Baleinier, followed by the Princess de Saint-Dizier, appeared at the entrance of the Hall of Mourning. The princess had learned vaguely that morning the death of Father d'Aigr
- 252 "Very good," said the Jew.Stopping in the midst of a corridor, he pointed with the hand in which he held the lamp to a large door from which streamed a faint light. In spite of his growing surprise. Rodin entered resolutely, followed by Father C
- 251 "Bowanee makes corpses which rot in the ground. The Society makes corpses which walk about.""Ah, yes! Perinde ac cadaver--they were the last words of our great saint, Ignatius de Loyola. But who is this Bowanee?""Bowanee is to the
- 250 "At last!" cried the marshal, as their blades were about to cross.But once more reflection came to damp the fire of the Jesuit. He remembered how this hazardous duel would gratify the wishes of Rodin, whose fate was in his hands, and whom he hat
- 249 "They wished to make us miserable. We pity them. Our felicity shall be the envy of the world!""Adrienne--bethink you--""Oh! I have all my senses about me. Listen to me, my adored! I now understand it all. Falling into a snare, whi
- 248 He rose from the ground, and drew from his girdle Faringhea's b.l.o.o.d.y dagger; then, taking the little phial from the hilt, he threw the blood stained blade upon the ermine carpet, the immaculate whiteness of which was thus slightly stained with r
- 247 "No, no," replied the half-caste, with an accent of repressed rage. "It is not enough. The nearer the moment approaches, the more I feel I must have blood.""Listen to me--""My lord, have pity on me! I was a coward to dra
- 246 Djalma's brow had darkened, as he listened. Having kept inviolable the secret of the various incidents of his pa.s.sion for Mdlle. de Cardoville, he could not but see in these words a quite involuntary allusion to the delays and refusals of Adrienne.
- 245 "In the next room, father.""Beg him to walk in, and leave us," said the other.A second after, Father Caboccini of Rome entered the room and was left alone with Rodin.CHAPTER LXII. TO A SOCIUS, A SOCIUS AND A HALF.The Reverend Father Ca
- 244 'Then, almost beside himself, the Asiatic fell prostrate at the feet of the maiden, and exclaimed, in a supplicating voice: "Mercy! my courage fails me. Have pity on me! do not talk thus. Oh, that day! what years of my life would I not give to hasten it
- 243 Recovering from her first amazement, Adrienne replied, with a calm smile, which checked the joy of the princess: "Well, I confess frankly, madame, that you have surprised me; I expected from you one of those black pieces of malignity, one of those well-l
- 242 "There you are again, with your lady-ing," said Adrienne, in a tone of gentle reproach."Well, then, Adrienne," resumed Mother Bunch, "I think it would be a charming picture, for you are dressed, as usual with perfect taste.""But am I not better dre
- 241 "Sister, we are perhaps going to die.""Let it only be together!""And our poor father?""And Dagobert?""Sister, our dream has come true!" cried Rose, almost deliriously, as she threw her arms round Blanche's neck. "Look! look! the Angel Gabriel
- 240 "They are really charming," said the man, looking after the two sisters, who soon disappeared from his view. "It would be a great pity if--"He was unable to finish. A frightful tumult, mingled with cries of alarm and horror, rose suddenly from the adj
- 239 Two days had elapsed since Rodin's visit to Marshal Simon's daughters.Shortly after he had been expelled, the Princess de Saint-Dizier had entered to see them, under the cloak of being a house-to-house visitor to collect funds for the cholera sufferers.
- 238 "Well, now nothing prevents you--so file off!""Certainly, I will file off, if you wish it, my dear sir though I think I have some reason to be surprised at such a reception.""It is no reception at all--so begone!""I had come, my dear sir to speak t
- 237 "Be quiet, sister!" said Blanche, laughing. "Dagobert will not keep our secret.""He!""Will you keep it for us, Dagobert?""I tell you what," said the soldier, more and more embarra.s.sed; "you had better not tell it to me.""What! can you keep
- 236 "It is not our fault. Our dear Augustine has not yet been to call us. We are waiting for her.""Oh! there it is," said Dagobert to himself, his features once more a.s.suming an expression of anxiety. Then he returned aloud, in a tone of some embarra.s.
- 235 "And no doubt heaven would hear your prayers," said Rodin, coldly, satisfied with the trial to which he had just put him. "Besides, you are now warned, and it is not very probable," added he, with a grim smile, "that Marshal Simon will ever return to
- 234 "Perhaps then,--in the new condition of life to which she would be reduced, we might find means to effect her conversion," said Rodin, with a strange and hideous smile; "until now, since she has been so fatally brought in contact with the O
- 233 For the first time, she feels an unconquerable sense of la.s.situde. For the first time, her feet begin to fail her. For the first time, she, who traversed, with firm and equal footsteps, the moving lava of torrid deserts, while whole caravans were buried
- 232 "Show you, dear father, all the store of love we were heaping up in our hearts--so sad, alas! that we could not spend it upon you?""Tell you aloud all that we think in secret?""Yes--you may do so--you may do so," said Marshal
- 231 "You take their part--that is natural--they love you better than they do me," said the marshal, with growing bitterness. Dagobert felt himself so painfully affected, that he looked at the marshal without answering."Yes!" continued the
- 230 "Oh! kind heaven!" said Blanche, growing pale, as she stopped involuntarily. "It is to Dagobert that he is talking so loud.""What can be the matter--to make our father speak to him in that way?""Alas! some great misfortu
- 229 "I think of the Golden City of our dreams," replied Rose, almost in a whisper, after another short silence.Blanche understood the bitterness of these words. Without speaking, she threw herself on her sister's neck, and wept. Poor girls! the
- 228 Then seeing the astonished look of Agricola, the soldier, unable to restrain his emotion, threw himself into the arms of his son, exclaiming with a choking voice: "I can hold out no longer. My heart is too full. I must speak; and whom shall I trust i
- 227 "Who is there?" said Dagobert. There was no answer, but the person knocked again. Losing patience, the soldier went hastily to open it, and saw the servant's stupid face."Why don't you answer, when I ask who knocks!" said the
- 226 About ten minutes after this scene, a dozen robust men with frank, open countenances, led by Agricola, entered the Rue de Vaugirard, and advanced joyously towards the house of the reverend fathers. It was a deputation from the former workmen of M. Hardy.
- 225 "I remember hearing a very vague account, some time ago, of the motives of his conversion.""There is, mark you, no more striking an example of the power of prayer, and of the state of almost divine ecstasy, to which it may lead a religious
- 224 "Yes, sir.""And who is M. Rodin?""A good old gentleman, who is just recovering from a long illness, that almost carried him off. Lately, he has been getting better, but he is still so weak and melancholy, that it makes one sad to
- 223 Djalma made no reply. A dark cloud pa.s.sed over his fine countenance, and, for a second, his features a.s.sumed so menacing an expression, that Adrienne was terrified at the effect produced by her words. But this violent agitation soon pa.s.sed away, and
- 222 CHAPTER XL. ANXIETY.By a singular coincidence of ideas, Adrienne, like Djalma, had wished to be dressed exactly in the same costume as at their interview in the house in the Rue Blanche. For the site of this solemn meeting, so important to her future happ
- 221 "My lord, this great good fortune does not astonish me. What have I always told you? Do not despair; feign a violent pa.s.sion for some other woman, and then this proud young lady--"At these words Djalma looked at the half-caste with so piercing
- 220 But where is the coffin?' 'Behind the great tomb of black marble; I have hidden it there. So make haste; for, in the confusion, nothing will be noticed. You have paid me well, and I wish you to succeed in what you require.'""And w
- 219 So saying, he began to walk up and down, by the side of the wall in which was the little door. Presently he heard the distant sound of wheels, which soon came nearer and nearer, and a carriage, rapidly ascending the slope, stopped on the other side of the
- 218 "Oh, my friend!" cried the girl, interrupting Agricola, with tears of joy: "I cannot tell you what I feel, when I hear you call me Magdalen.It is so sweet, so soothing, that my heart expands with delight.""Poor girl! how dreadfull
- 217 "But, madame, he lives here; the room belongs to him."In fact, Philemon, probably growing tired of the little effect produced by his two ornithological imitations, turned the key in the lock, and finding himself unable to open the door, said in
- 216 Luckily, the disfigured remains of the Baccha.n.a.l Queen had been carried into Mother a.r.s.ene's subterraneous shop, so that the crowd of spectators, always attracted by any fatal event, had a.s.sembled in front of the house; and Rose-Pompon, meeti
- 215 "Your love! No, no; be satisfied. Only think of the happiness of again seeing your good and worthy brother.""Ah, lady! may he never know what caused me so much shame, that I was like to die of it. Thank G.o.d, he is not aware of it!"&q
- 214 "She herself," answered Adrienne, bitterly; "but, after all, we must pity as well as blame her. She was forced to obey by a terrible necessity, and her confession and repentance secured my pardon before her death.""Then she is dea
- 213 "Dead!" she murmured in terror. "Dead before me!--Perhaps it is that I am the strongest. Ah! it begins--fortunately--like her, I see everything dark-blue--I suffer--what happiness!--I can scarcely breathe. Sister!"she added, as she thr
- 212 "Now," said Mother Bunch, "now for the fire!"She knelt down before the little chafing-dish, filled with charcoal. But Cephyse took hold of her under the arm, and obliged her to rise again, saying to her, "Let me light the fire--th
- 211 "Alas! this terrible shame which kills you, my poor Cephyse, because you have a heart, would have been averted, had I seen Mdlle. de Cardoville, or had she but answered the letter which I asked leave to write to her at the porter's lodge. But he
- 210 And yet on the sides of his chest were four large, bleeding wounds--so violent had been the first singe. As he again extended himself on the bed of torture, Rodin made a sign that he wished to write. The doctor gave him the pen, and he wrote as follows, b
- 209 The doctor read these words aloud, and the cardinal and Father d'Aigrigny looked at each other in admiration of this dauntless courage."Reverend father," said Dr. Baleinier, "you must lie down."Rodin wrote: "Get everything re
- 208 added the reverend father, angrily, "during the three days that I have not been able to visit the pavilion, one of my servants must have been bought over. There is one of them, a man blind of one eye, whom I have always suspected--the wretch! But no:
- 207 "I deny nothing," murmured Rodin, with difficulty. "Only leave me alone!""Then heaven inspires you," said the cardinal, with a sigh of satisfaction; and, thinking he had nearly attained his object, he resumed, "Listen to
- 206 It was thus with the Jesuit. The unshaken firmness of his character, the formidable tenacity of his will (for the will has sometimes a mysterious and almost terrific power), aiding the skillful treatment of Dr.Baleinier, had saved him from the pestilence
- 205 Cardinal Malipieri, whom we saw a.s.sisting at the sort of council held at the Princess de Saint-Dizier's, now on his way to Rodin's apartment, was dressed as a layman, but enveloped in an ample pelisse of puce-colored satin, which exhaled a str
- 204 There is a singular variableness in the mind of a crowd, susceptible alike to good or evil impressions. At the heart-piercing cry of Gabriel, all these people, who, a moment before, had demanded, with loud uproar, the ma.s.sacre of this man, felt touched
- 203 "The poisoner is here, hid in some corner," cried the quarryman. "We must force this parson to give us back the villain.""He shall answer for him!""He took him into the church.""He shall pay for both, if we do
- 202 "Oh! only hear the wretch!" cried the mob, pressing closer to him; "he has confessed--he has confessed!""He has betrayed himself!"(40) "He said, 'to drink that would be death!'""But listen to me,"
- 201 CHAPTER XXIII. THE POISONER.It is necessary to go back a little before relating the adventure of Father d'Aigrigny, whose cry of distress made so deep an impression upon Morok just at the moment of Jacques Rennepont's death. We have said that th
- 200 CHAPTER XXII. MEMORIES.The person before whom Ninny Moulin stopped in such extreme astonishment was the Baccha.n.a.l Queen.Pale and wan, with, hair in disorder, hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, and clothed almost in rags, this brilliant and joyous heroine of s
- 199 The proposition of Ninny Moulin gave a new impetus to the general gayety; the most extravagant remarks were mingled with the sound of kisses, taken or given under the pretext that perhaps there would be no to-morrow, that one must make the most of the pre
- 198 "And those who are always looking out for other people's places--what an ally they must find in the Cholera!""And how true it will make many vows of constancy!" said Modeste, sentimentally. "How many villains have sworn to a
- 197 "Here's sport!" exclaimed Ciboule: "the omnibus of the dead will run against the fine coach. Hurrah! the rich folks will smell death."Indeed, the wagon was now directly in front of the carriage, and at a very little distance from
- 196 At every moment, new dismal objects met the view. Sometimes carts pa.s.sed along, filled with coffins, symmetrically piled; they stopped before every house. Men in black and gray garments were in waiting before the door; they held out their hands, and to
- 195 "Your eyes are very bloodshot, my good father, said the princess."I have looked too closely into my web," answered the Jesuit, with a sinister smile; "and I must look again, to make Father d'Aigrigny, who pretends to be blind, cat
- 194 "He will be admitted as usual," said the princess.Since Rodin's arrival Father d'Aigrigny had remained silent; he seemed occupied with bitter thoughts, and with some violent internal struggle.At last, half rising, he said to the prelat
- 193 "Your Eminence may feel convinced that I am Roman in heart and soul; I see no difference between a Gallican and a Turk," said the princess, bravely."The princess is right," said the Belgian bishop: "I will go further, and a.s.sert
- 192 Begone! begone!--its hand, oh! its icy hand has again laid hold of mine.Have mercy, heaven!""GO ON!""Oh, Lord! the pestilence--the terrible plague--must I carry it into this city?--And my brethren will perish the first--they, who are s
- 191 The gloomy aspect of the forest, only half-lighted with a reddish glare, was so effective--the howlings of the panther were so furious--the gestures, att.i.tude, and countenance of Morok were so expressive of terror, that the audience, attentive and tremb
- 190 "As a work of art," answered Adrienne, "it is certainly very fine.""But see!" said the marchioness; "how impertinent the little creature is!--She is actually staring at us.""Well!" said the marquis; "
- 189 "I should like to know the name--of that nosegay.""Oh!--it's Germigny.""How flattering for the lions and tigers, to attract so fas.h.i.+onable an audience.""Do you notice, gentlemen, how all the women are eye-gla.s.
- 188 Morok shrugged his shoulders, and replied with a sort of feverish ferocity, "Have you ever heard of the fierce pleasure of the gamester, who stakes his honor, his life, upon a card? Well! I too--in these daily exhibitions where my life is at stake--f
- 187 "Why, how is the conspiracy going on, in whose honor you make me keep it up all day and all night?""It is working, but the time is not yet come; that is why I wish to have you always at hand, till the great day. Do you complain?""
- 186 She leaned from the carriage-window, and said to the poor child: "Have you a mother, my dear?""No, my lady, I have neither father nor mother.""Who takes care of you?""No one, my lady. They give me nosegays to sell, and I
- 185 "That is really too much, sir," said Rodin, bowing; "I should be quite contented with the profit.""Your impudent coolness will not deceive me; this is a serious matter,"said the count. "It is impossible that so perfidiou
- 184 "But how?""Come! I must give you the secret of my supernatural power. On returning from your ride, you shall dine with my niece, and we will go together to a very curious spectacle now exhibiting at the Porte-Saint-Martin Theatre. A most ex
- 183 "If I had not made up my mind to come here to-day, almost in despair, what would have happened?""I cannot tell; I should perhaps have died, for I am wounded mortally here"--she pressed her hand to her heart. "But what might have b
- 182 "He loves me then?" cried the young girl, with an accent impossible to describe."He loves you to madness, I tell you; I have seen it."Adrienne seemed overcome with amazement. From pale, she became crimson; as the redness disappeared, h
- 181 "My dear M. de Montbron, you have so much penetration, that you may be allowed to fall for once, as now. I am not sad, I have nothing on my mind, and--I am about to utter a very silly piece of impertinence--I have never thought myself so pretty."
- 180 "True.""Come, then; let us set out!""Bah! after all, they cannot eat me," said Rose-Pompon, resolutely.With a skip and a jump, she went to fetch a rose-colored cap, and, going up to a broken looking-gla.s.s, placed the cap ve
- 179 "And where do you suppose I should find money to buy these wonders?"said Ninny Moulin. "I repeat to you, all this is yours if you will but listen to me!""How is this?" said Rose-Pompon, with the utmost amazement; "is wha
- 178 "Who is there?" said Rose-Pompon."A friend--the oldest of the old," replied a sonorous, jovial voice."Why do you lock yourself in?""What! is it you, Ninny Moulin?""Yes, my beloved pupil. Open quickly. Time pres
- 177 "I am too hungry," answered the quarryman.Exasperated by the terror which Angela's danger occasioned him, Agricola redoubled his efforts, when the quarryman suddenly felt his thigh seized by the sharp teeth of a dog, and at the same instant
- 176 "Then, present!--fire!" And, for the second time, a shower of enormous stones poured upon that side of the Common Dwelling-house which was turned towards the fields. A part of these projectiles broke such of the windows as had been spared by the
- 175 "The Wolves, quarrymen, and stone-cutters, joined on the road by a crowd of people from the neighborhood, and vagabonds from town. Do you not hear them? They are shouting, 'Death to the Devourers!'"The clamor was indeed approaching, an
- 174 On M. Hardy's learning from the confidential go-between of the lovers, that his mistress had been taken away by her mother, he turned from Rodin and dashed away in a post carriage. At the same moment, as loud as the rattle of the wheels, there arose
- 173 The horrible discovery made him giddy, and his head swam on his first look down into that abyss of infamy. The loathsome letter dropped from his trembling hands. But soon indignation, rage, and scorn succeeded this moment of despair, and rus.h.i.+ng, pale
- 172 "Have you ever found me indiscreet, my friend?""You, good Marcel! how can you suppose such a thing?" said M. Hardy, in a tone of friendly reproach; "no! but I do not like to tell you of my happiness, till it is complete; and I am
- 171 "Let us still keep in view the speculator from mere interest. 'Here are my workmen, says he, 'in the best possible condition to do a great deal of work. Now what is to be done to obtain large profits? Produce cheaply, and sell dear. But the
- 170 "They are coming in a carriage, father, and Dagobert accompanies them.""But what is the matter? you appear full of thought.""Indeed, father," said the marshal, with a somewhat agitated air, "I have serious things to talk
- 169 "Alas! yes. Those who have the knowledge, have not the power.""And those who have the power, have neither the knowledge nor the will.""But how does M. Hardy find any advantage in the good he does for you?""I will explain
- 168 "Here's to your health, mates!" said Morok, distributing the bottles."There will be blood at the end of all this," muttered Sleepinbuff, who, in spite of his intoxication, perceived all the danger of these fatal incitements. Indee
- 167 "Is that your final word?""It is our last word.""Silence!" cried Sleepinbuff, suddenly, as he listened, balancing himself on his tottering legs. "It is like the noise of a crowd not far off." A dull sound was indeed
- 166 "You are travelling for some anonymous society, that trades in musket shots.""Are you a coward?""I burned powder in July, I can tell you--make no mistakes!""You would not mind burning some again?""Just as well
- 165 "Rodin."CHAPTER XLIX. THE TRYSTING-PLACE OF THE WOLVES.It was a Sunday morning the very day on which Mdlle. de Cardoville had received Rodin's letter with regard to Mother Bunch's disappearance.Two men were talking to together, seated
- 164 They are vain, terrestrial things, for which the soul recks nothing, when, radiant, it ascends towards its Creator. Yesterday, Agricola made me read an article in a newspaper, in which violent blame and bitter irony are by turns employed, to attack what t
- 163 "My lady is not quite well, sir," said Florine, "and receives no one to day. I am sure, that as soon as she is better, she will be quite pleased to see you."Here Mother Bunch returned, and said to Agricola: "If you can come for me
- 162 "You must know that, for the last few days, singular things are pa.s.sing in the neighborhood of our factory. First, as we are in Lent, an abbe from Paris (a tall, fine-looking man, they say) has come to preach in the little village of Villiers, whic
- 161 "But you will return?" said Djalma, striving to restrain his tears. "I shall see you again?""Oh, no! never--never!" said Mdlle. de Cardoville, in a failing voice.Then, profiting by the stupor into which her answer had thrown
- 160 "You will excuse what I have done, dear prince. I expected this morning a very important letter. As it was late in coming to hand, I ordered it to be sent on."A few minutes after, Faringhea returned with the letter, which he delivered to Rodin--
- 159 "But suppose there should be danger in avowing this friends.h.i.+p?" said Rodin, very uneasy at the turn the conversation was taking. Djalma eyed the Jesuit with contemptuous astonishment, and made no reply."I understand your silence, my de
- 158 "What then?" resumed Adrienne."This greenhouse, which I had arranged according to your orders, has only one issue--by a door leading into a little lane. The gardener gets in that way every morning, so as not to have to pa.s.s through the ap
- 157 d'Aigrigny.""Well?""The Abbe d'Aigrigny, she told me, is about forty years of age. He is tall and upright, dresses plainly, but with care; has gray eyes, very large and piercing, thick eyebrows, chestnut-colored hair, a face
- 156 CHAPTER XLI. RISING.To explain the arrival of Mdlle. de Cardoville at the garden-door of the house occupied by Djalma, we must cast a retrospective glance at previous events. On leaving Doctor Baleinier's, Mdlle. de Cardoville had gone to take up her
- 155 "Of what you will," said Djalma, with careless contempt, as he fixed on the ceiling his eyes, half-veiled with languor. "One thought pursues me--I wish to be diverted from it. Speak to me."Faringhea threw a piercing glance on the count