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Just
as
she
was
disappearing
from
his
sight
,
he
threw
her
a
kiss
,
which
she
returned
with
a
more
discreet
wave
of
her
hand
.
Georges
Duroy
resumed
his
old
habits
.
Installed
in
the
cozy
apartments
on
Rue
de
Constantinople
,
his
relations
with
Mme.
de
Marelle
became
quite
conjugal
.
Mme.
Forestier
had
not
returned
;
she
lingered
at
Cannes
.
He
,
however
,
received
a
letter
from
her
announcing
her
return
about
the
middle
of
April
,
but
containing
not
a
word
as
to
their
parting
.
He
waited
.
He
was
resolved
to
employ
every
means
to
marry
her
if
she
seemed
to
hesitate
;
he
had
faith
in
his
good
fortune
,
in
that
power
of
attraction
which
he
felt
within
him
--
a
power
so
irresistible
that
all
women
yielded
to
it
.
At
length
a
short
note
admonished
him
that
the
decisive
moment
had
arrived
.
"
I
am
in
Paris
.
Come
to
see
me
.
"
"
Madeleine
Forestier
.
"
Nothing
more
.
He
received
it
at
nine
o'clock
.
At
three
o'clock
of
the
same
day
he
called
at
her
house
.
She
extended
both
hands
to
him
with
a
sweet
smile
,
and
they
gazed
into
each
other
's
eyes
for
several
seconds
,
then
she
murmured
:
"
How
kind
of
you
to
come
!
"
He
replied
:
"
I
should
have
come
,
whensoever
you
bade
me
.
"
They
sat
down
;
she
inquired
about
the
Walters
,
his
associates
,
and
the
newspaper
.
