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The
betrothed
had
retired
,
as
we
said
,
with
haughty
air
,
disdainful
lip
,
and
the
demeanor
of
an
outraged
queen
,
followed
by
her
companion
,
who
was
paler
and
more
disturbed
than
herself
.
On
reaching
her
room
Eugenie
locked
her
door
,
while
Louise
fell
on
a
chair
.
"
Ah
,
what
a
dreadful
thing
,
"
said
the
young
musician
;
"
who
would
have
suspected
it
?
M.
Andrea
Cavalcanti
a
murderer
--
a
galley-slave
escaped
--
a
convict
!
"
An
ironical
smile
curled
the
lip
of
Eugenie
.
"
In
truth
I
was
fated
,
"
said
she
.
"
I
escaped
the
Morcerf
only
to
fall
into
the
Cavalcanti
.
"
"
Oh
,
do
not
confound
the
two
,
Eugenie
.
"
"
Hold
your
tongue
!
The
men
are
all
infamous
,
and
I
am
happy
to
be
able
now
to
do
more
than
detest
them
--
I
despise
them
.
"
"
What
shall
we
do
?
"
asked
Louise
.
"
What
shall
we
do
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Why
,
the
same
we
had
intended
doing
three
days
since
--
set
off
.
"
"
What
?
--
although
you
are
not
now
going
to
be
married
,
you
intend
still
"
--
"
Listen
,
Louise
.
I
hate
this
life
of
the
fashionable
world
,
always
ordered
,
measured
,
ruled
,
like
our
music-paper
.
What
I
have
always
wished
for
,
desired
,
and
coveted
,
is
the
life
of
an
artist
,
free
and
independent
,
relying
only
on
my
own
resources
,
and
accountable
only
to
myself
.
Remain
here
?
What
for
?
--
that
they
may
try
,
a
month
hence
,
to
marry
me
again
;
and
to
whom
?
--
M.
Debray
,
perhaps
,
as
it
was
once
proposed
.
No
,
Louise
,
no
!
This
evening
's
adventure
will
serve
for
my
excuse
.
I
did
not
seek
one
,
I
did
not
ask
for
one
.
God
sends
me
this
,
and
I
hail
it
joyfully
!
"
