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“Las personas se transformaron en seres vivos. Hasta entonces, había supuesto que eran lo que él pretendía ser —lisas piezas de cartón sobre las que se dibujaba una imagen convencional—, pero cuando paseaba por los patios de noche y veía por las ventanas cómo unos cantaban y otros charlaban y otros estudiaban, se formó en él, por un proceso en que la razón no intervenía, la convicción de que eran seres humanos con sentimientos semejantes a los suyos.”

“—Tienes que saber que yo siempre estoy confuso. No fui ni escribí porque quería apartarme de ti sin quererlo. Tú no lo entendías. Querías hacerme volver por todos los medios y yo tenía un miedo terrible. Te sentía a ti cuando intentaba dormirme en casa del médico. Me obsesionabas. Yo sabía que algo iba mal, pero no podía decir el qué. Así que me dediqué a pensar que eras tú.”

“Would you come with me, Belle? Help me do this? We may not succeed... I may always be a beast." "No," Belle said with a smile, touching him on the nose. "You will always be my prince." "Well, you're not exactly what I wanted out of a son-in-law- because of your parents, not because of your form, I mean," Rosalind said quickly. "But you're certainly a fair bit better than that Gaston fellow... what is his story, if I may ask? Was he also a patient at the asylum?" Belle almost choked on her laughter. "No, and that was not the first time he proposed to me." "I think," Maurice said, putting his arms around the couple, "we should all have one last night together before you start out... just the four of us. There are a lot of stories to tell before we see you again." "And most of them," Belle observed with a smile, "seem to almost have a happy ending.”

“Sin embargo, estaba haciendo algo admirable, probando con qué poco puede vivir el alma. Sin que la alimentara ni el cielo ni la tierra, continuaba hacia delante, lámpara que debería haberse extinguido, proclamando la verdad del materialismo. No tenía Dios, no tenía ningún amante, los dos incentivos usuales de la virtud. Nadie lo contemplaba, ni él se contemplaba a sí mismo, pero las luchas como la suya son los triunfos supremos de la humanidad, sobrepasan cualquier leyenda sobre el Cielo.”

“—¿Cómo sabe usted que comulgará si se confirma? —dijo—. Yo no comulgo. La señora Durham se puso a canturrear; aquello estaba yendo demasiado lejos. —Pero usted ha tenido la oportunidad. El sacerdote hizo lo que pudo por usted. Sin embargo, no ha hecho todo lo posible por Scudder, y en consecuencia la Iglesia es responsable. Ese es el motivo de que insista tanto en una cuestión que a usted debe parecerle bastante trivial. —Soy bastante tonto, pero creo entender al fin: usted quiere estar seguro de que sea él y no la Iglesia el culpable en el futuro. Bueno, señor, esa puede ser su idea de la religión, pero no es la mía y no era la de Cristo.”

“The same people who'd mocked her for her love of reading, and gossiped about her father, now cozied up with a good book while enjoying a fire fueled by wood cut with her father's wood-chopping machine. Many minds had been changed those past few years. Particularly when word of her father's prize-winning invention had spread and Monsieur René le Prince, an entrepreneur (a new profession, funnily enough, born out of the word adventurer,) proposed a partnership. With Monsieur le Prince's resources, Maurice's knack for machinery, and Belle's cleverness, they had formed a formidable team. They traveled to other fairs and looked for new innovations to support, Belle often finding successes in the inventors no one else would take a chance on.”

“But my father..." Belle began again. "What about him?" "He needs me...." "He raised you by himself, didn't he? Seems like he's done a more than all right job. He'll be fine for a few days on his own," the Beast pointed out. Belle glared at him. Her father couldn't... he didn't... ...make their meals, tend their garden, earn coin for comestibles they couldn't grow or forage themselves, spend days inventing- all things he did before she was old enough to help him... when he was taking care of her.... Her lip quivered. Of course he was fine. Wait... "You think he did a more than all right job?" she couldn't help asking. The Beast shrugged, suddenly embarrassed. She found herself smiling. Was he- was he almost smiling back? In his eyes, at least?”

“You managed to stop yourself from becoming a full-fledged beast. Well done! Recovering your human soul and mind on your own, I mean." The Beast blinked. "Permanently? I'm not going to... relapse? Go back to being a beast- I mean, in my head- again?" "Of course not," Rosalind said impatiently. "As long as your love for Belle- and hers for you- lasts. The spell is broken, or mitigated, at least." Belle and the Beast looked at each other, eyes wide. The Beast suddenly began to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment. Belle blushed. And then she found herself almost overcome with giggles. "It's pretty obvious," Maurice pointed out with a smile. "Yes, another factor in my punishment," Rosalind said grimly. "Magic always comes back on itself... of course it would be my daughter who would break the spell. I am an idiot. And now here you are, her future husband. A prince." "King," Maurice corrected mildly.”

“Your curse still isn't really broken. The castle and everyone in it have been forgotten. No one remembers this place. You could find all les charmantes and bring them here. Bring them home. And get yourself... uncursed." "Hmmm," Rosalind said, thinking. "Not bad. It's an odd idea, considering this is the place we almost came to our end... but it's intriguing. Yes, I like it. Go find everyone and bring them home. Really, it's the least you could do after what your parents did." Maurice might have given Rosalind a little frown at that last bit, but she shrugged. The Beast blinked. "Go... find them? Me?" "Yes. Why not?" Belle said with a smile, reading his thoughts. "You would have to actually go out into the world that you've been watching for so long in your magic mirror." "With you," the Beast said without missing a beat. "I could do anything, with you." Belle grinned and started to answer... ... and then saw Maurice and Rosalind, who were both watching her to see what she would do. Belle had a family again. She had a mother- the most interesting, perplexing mother in the world- whom she had just met. There was too much to ask her, to talk about. But this was finally her chance to go out on those adventures she had always dreamed of. Abandoned Greek islands, the hearts of never-before-seen forests, even Paris and Rome.... They would travel the world looking for reclusive charmantes to bring home. Who knew what they might see!”