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When
she
was
alone
with
Georges
,
she
said
:
"
Oh
,
my
darling
Bel-Ami
,
I
love
you
more
dearly
every
day
.
"
The
cab
rolled
on
,
and
Georges
'
thoughts
were
with
Mme.
Walter
.
The
July
sun
shone
upon
the
Place
de
la
Trinite
,
which
was
almost
deserted
.
Du
Roy
drew
out
his
watch
.
It
was
only
three
o'clock
:
he
was
half
an
hour
too
early
.
He
laughed
as
he
thought
of
the
place
of
meeting
.
He
entered
the
sacred
edifice
of
La
Trinite
;
the
coolness
within
was
refreshing
.
Here
and
there
an
old
woman
kneeled
at
prayer
,
her
face
in
her
hands
.
Du
Roy
looked
at
his
watch
again
.
It
was
not
yet
a
quarter
past
three
.
He
took
a
seat
,
regretting
that
he
could
not
smoke
.
At
the
end
of
the
church
near
the
choir
;
he
could
hear
the
measured
tread
of
a
corpulent
man
whom
he
had
noticed
when
he
entered
.
Suddenly
the
rustle
of
a
gown
made
him
start
.
It
was
she
.
He
arose
and
advanced
quickly
.
She
did
not
offer
him
her
hand
and
whispered
:
"
I
have
only
a
few
minutes
.
You
must
kneel
near
me
that
no
one
will
notice
us
.
"
She
proceeded
to
a
side
aisle
after
saluting
the
Host
on
the
High
Altar
,
took
a
footstool
,
and
kneeled
down
.
Georges
took
one
beside
it
and
when
they
were
in
the
attitude
of
prayer
,
he
said
:
"
Thank
you
,
thank
you
.
I
adore
you
.
I
should
like
to
tell
you
constantly
how
I
began
to
love
you
,
how
I
was
conquered
the
first
time
I
saw
you
.
Will
you
permit
me
some
day
to
unburden
my
heart
,
to
explain
all
to
you
?
"
She
replied
between
her
fingers
:
"
I
am
mad
to
let
you
speak
to
me
thus
--
mad
to
have
come
hither
--
mad
to
do
as
I
have
done
,
to
let
you
believe
that
this
--
this
adventure
can
have
any
results
.
Forget
it
,
and
never
speak
to
me
of
it
again
.
"
She
paused
.
He
replied
:
"
I
expect
nothing
--
I
hope
nothing
--
I
love
you
--
whatever
you
may
do
,
I
will
repeat
it
so
often
,
with
so
much
force
and
ardor
that
you
will
finally
understand
me
,
and
reply
:
'
I
love
you
too
.
'
"
He
felt
her
frame
tremble
as
she
involuntarily
repeated
:
"
I
love
you
too
.
"
He
was
overcome
by
astonishment
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
she
continued
incoherently
,
"
Should
I
say
that
to
you
?
I
feel
guilty
,
despicable
--
I
--
who
have
two
daughters
--
but
I
can
not
--
can
not
--
I
never
thought
--
it
was
stronger
than
I
--
listen
--
listen
--
I
have
never
loved
--
any
other
--
but
you
--
I
swear
it
--
I
have
loved
you
a
year
in
secret
--
I
have
suffered
and
struggled
--
I
can
no
longer
;
I
love
you
.
"
She
wept
and
her
bowed
form
was
shaken
by
the
violence
of
her
emotion
.
Georges
murmured
:
"
Give
me
your
hand
that
I
may
touch
,
may
press
it
.
"
