But Clementine stopped him, with a gesture and a smile.
"Monsieur," said she in her most caressing voice, "do not get angry with him; he loves me." "So much the more reason why I should! Damnation!" He cooled down, nevertheless, made the young lady sit down beside him, and regarded her from head to foot with the most absorbed attention.
"This is surely she," said he.

"My memory, my eyes, my heart, everything in me, recognizes her, and tells me that it is she.

And nevertheless the testimony of mankind, the calculation of times and distances, in a word, the very soul of evidence, seems to have made it a special point to convict me of error.
"Is it possible, then, that two women should so resemble each other?
Am I the victim of an illusion of the senses?
Have I recovered life only to lose reason?
No; I know myself, I find myself the same; my judgment is firm and accurate, and can make its way in this world so new and topsy-turvy.

It is on but one point that my reason wavers--Clementine!--I seem to see you again, and you are not you! Well, what's the difference, after all?
If the Destiny which snatched me from the tomb has taken care to present to my awaking sense the image of her I loved, it must be because it had resolved to give me back, one after another, all the blessings which I had lost.

In a few days, my epaulettes; to-morrow, the flag of the 23d of the line; to-day this adorable presence which made my heart beat for the first time! Living image of all that is sweetest and clearest in the past, I throw myself at your feet! Be my wife!" The devil of a fellow joined the deed to the word, and the witnesses of the unexpected scene opened their eyes to the widest.