Naw, Maurice. A symbol is a mark what means somethin’. Have you got that message I sent you? Well, give it here an’ I’ll show you. Now then, you see them two marks standin’ up ‘longside each other?
It is locked up’I answered.
In a twinkling, Pinocchio felt fine With one leap hewas out of bed and into his clothes
He would have to find some way in which he could force himself to die, to play some trick on himself which would not permit of any hesitation on his part, any delay, any possible regrets. He envied condemned criminals who are led to the scaffold surrounded by soldiers. Oh if he could only beg of some one to shoot himif after confessing his crime to a true friend who would never divulge it he could procure death at his hand. But from whom could he ask this terrible service? From whom? He thought of all the people he knew. The doctor? No, he would talk about it afterward, most probably. And suddenly a fantastic idea entered his mind. He would write to the magistrate, who was on terms of close friendship with him, and would denounce himself as the perpetrator of the crime. He would in this letter confess everything, revealing how his soul had been tortured, how he had resolved to die, how he had hesitated about carrying out his resolution and what means he had employed to strengthen his failing courage. And in the name of their old friendship he would implore of the other to destroy the letter as soon as he had ascertained that the culprit had inflicted justice on himself. Renardet could rely on this magistratehe knew him to be true, discreet, incapable of even an idle word. He was one of those men who have an inflexible conscience, governed, directed, regulated by their reason alone.
Oh well, yes, their father, the father, a father, replied the Vicomtesse, a kind father who gave them each five or six hundred thousand francs, it is said, to secure their happiness by marrying them wellwhile he only kept eight or ten thousand livres a year for himself, thinking that his daughters would always be his daughters, thinking that in them he would live his life twice over again, that in their houses he should find two homes, where he would be loved and looked up to, and made much of. And in two years,
Ive heard that thought before. Mark Twain had a take on this. He wasssaid to have commented, When I wass19, my fa-ther knew nothing. But when …….