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[Grefrath L. <sp...@br...>]

 slender garland of vague fires. Des Esseintes now watched the tortoise
squatting in a corner of the dining room, shining in the shadow. He was
perfectly happy. His eyes gleamed with pleasure at the resplendencies of
the flaming corrollae against the gold background. Then, he grew
hungry--a thing that rarely if ever happened to him--and dipped his
toast, spread with a special butter, in a cup of tea, a flawless blend
of Siafayoune, Moyoutann and Khansky--yellow teas which had come from
China to Russia by special caravans. This liquid perfume he drank in
those Chinese porcelains called egg-shell, so light and diaphanous they
are. And, as an accompaniment to these adorable cups, he used a service
of solid silver, slightly gilded; the silver showed faintly under the
fatigued layer of gold, which gave it an aged, quite exhausted and
moribund tint. After he had finished his tea, he returned to his study
and had the servant carry in the tortoise which stubbornly refused to
budge. The snow was falling. By the lamp light, he saw the icy patterns
on the bluish windows, and the hoar-frost, like melted sugar,
scintillating in the stumps of bottles spotted with gold. A deep silence
enveloped the cottage drooping in shadow. Des Esseintes fell into
revery. The fireplace piled with logs gave forth a smell of burning
wood. He opened the window slightly. Like a high tapestry of black
ermine, t