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Hastily
she
donned
her
hat
and
veil
,
and
when
he
attempted
to
touch
her
she
struck
him
in
the
face
,
and
made
her
escape
while
he
was
stunned
by
the
blow
.
When
he
found
that
he
was
alone
,
he
cursed
Mme.
Walter
,
bathed
his
face
,
and
went
out
vowing
vengeance
.
That
time
he
would
not
pardon
.
No
,
indeed
.
He
strolled
to
the
boulevard
and
stopped
at
a
jeweler
's
to
look
at
a
chronometer
he
had
wanted
for
some
time
and
which
would
cost
eighteen
hundred
francs
.
He
thought
with
joy
:
"
If
I
make
my
seventy
thousand
francs
,
I
can
pay
for
it
"
--
and
he
began
to
dream
of
all
the
things
he
would
do
when
he
got
the
money
.
First
of
all
he
would
become
a
deputy
;
then
he
would
buy
the
chronometer
;
then
he
would
speculate
on
'
Change
,
and
then
,
and
then
--
he
did
not
enter
the
office
,
preferring
to
confer
with
Madeleine
before
seeing
Walter
again
and
writing
his
article
;
he
turned
toward
home
.
He
reached
Rue
Drouot
when
he
paused
;
he
had
forgotten
to
inquire
for
Count
de
Vaudrec
,
who
lived
on
Chaussee
d'Antin
.
He
retraced
his
steps
with
a
light
heart
,
thinking
of
a
thousand
things
--
of
the
fortune
he
would
make
--
of
that
rascal
of
a
Laroche
,
and
of
old
Walter
.
He
was
not
at
all
uneasy
as
to
Clotilde
's
anger
,
knowing
that
she
would
soon
forgive
him
.
When
he
asked
the
janitor
of
the
house
in
which
Count
de
Vaudrec
lived
:
"
How
is
M.
de
Vaudrec
?
I
have
heard
that
he
has
been
ailing
of
late
,
"
the
man
replied
;
"
The
Count
is
very
ill
,
sir
;
they
think
he
will
not
live
through
the
night
;
the
gout
has
reached
his
heart
.
"
Du
Roy
was
so
startled
he
did
not
know
what
to
do
!
Vaudrec
dying
!
He
stammered
:
"
Thanks
--
I
will
call
again
"
--
unconscious
of
what
he
was
saying
.
He
jumped
into
a
cab
and
drove
home
.
His
wife
had
returned
.
He
entered
her
room
out
of
breath
:
"
Did
you
know
?
Vaudrec
is
dying
!
"
She
was
reading
a
letter
and
turning
to
him
asked
:
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
"
I
said
that
Vaudrec
is
dying
of
an
attack
of
gout
.
"
Then
he
added
:
"
What
shall
you
do
?
"
She
rose
;
her
face
was
livid
;
she
burst
into
tears
and
buried
her
face
in
her
hands
.
She
remained
standing
,
shaken
by
sobs
,
torn
by
anguish
.
Suddenly
she
conquered
her
grief
and
wiping
her
eyes
,
said
:
"
I
am
going
to
him
--
do
not
worry
about
me
--
I
do
not
know
what
time
I
shall
return
--
do
not
expect
me
.
"
He
replied
:
"
Very
well
.
Go
.
"
