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Clotilde
sobbed
hysterically
.
Duroy
did
not
know
what
to
say
or
do
.
At
length
he
stammered
:
"
Listen
Clo
--
my
dearest
Clo
,
let
me
explain
.
It
is
not
my
fault
I
knew
that
woman
--
long
ago
--
"
She
raised
her
head
and
with
the
fury
of
a
betrayed
woman
,
she
cried
disconnectedly
:
"
Ah
,
you
miserable
fellow
--
what
a
rascal
you
are
!
Is
it
possible
?
What
disgrace
,
oh
,
my
God
!
You
gave
her
my
money
--
did
you
not
?
I
gave
him
the
money
--
for
that
woman
--
oh
,
the
wretch
!
"
For
several
moments
she
seemed
to
be
vainly
seeking
an
epithet
more
forcible
.
Suddenly
leaning
forward
she
grasped
the
cabman
's
sleeve
.
"
Stop
!
"
she
cried
,
and
opening
the
door
,
she
alighted
.
Georges
was
about
to
follow
her
but
she
commanded
:
"
I
forbid
you
to
follow
me
,
"
in
a
voice
so
loud
that
the
passers-by
crowded
around
her
,
and
Duroy
dared
not
stir
for
fear
of
a
scandal
.
She
drew
out
her
purse
,
and
taking
two
francs
fifty
from
it
,
she
handed
it
to
the
cabman
,
saying
aloud
:
"
Here
is
the
money
for
your
hour
.
Take
that
rascal
to
Rue
Boursault
at
Batignolles
!
"
The
crowd
applauded
;
one
man
said
:
"
Bravo
,
little
one
!
"
and
the
cab
moved
on
,
followed
by
the
jeers
of
the
bystanders
.
The
next
morning
Georges
Duroy
arose
,
dressed
himself
,
and
determined
to
have
money
;
he
sought
Forestier
.
His
friend
received
him
in
his
study
.
"
What
made
you
rise
so
early
?
"
he
asked
.
"
A
very
serious
matter
.
I
have
a
debt
of
honor
.
"
