And he, Mathieu, and Marianne alone remained erect, face to face with
that estate of Chantebled, which they had conquered from the Seguins, and
where their children, Gervais and Claire, at present reigned, prolonging
the dynasty of their race. This was their kingdom; as far as the eye
could see the fields spread out with wondrous fertility under the sun's
farewell, proclaiming the battles, the heroic creative labor of their
lives. There was their work, there was what they had produced, whether in
the realm of animate or inanimate nature, thanks to the power of love
within them, and their energy of will. By love, and resolution, and
action, they had created a world.
"Look, look!" murmured Mathieu, waving his arm, "all that has sprung from
us, and we must continue to love, we must continue to be happy, in order
that it may all live."
"Ah!" Marianne gayly replied, "it will live forever now, since we have
all become reconciled and united amid our victory."
Victory! yes, it was the natural, necessary victory that is reaped by the
numerous family! Thanks to numbers they had ended by invading every
sphere and possessing everything.
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