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"
I
miss
that
very
much
,
"
said
she
.
"
I
had
become
a
journalist
in
spirit
.
I
like
the
profession
.
"
She
paused
.
He
fancied
he
saw
in
her
smile
,
in
her
voice
,
in
her
words
,
a
kind
of
invitation
,
and
although
he
had
resolved
not
to
hasten
matters
,
he
stammered
:
"
Well
--
why
--
why
do
you
not
resume
--
that
profession
--
under
--
the
name
of
Duroy
?
"
She
became
suddenly
serious
,
and
placing
her
hand
on
his
arm
,
she
said
:
"
Do
not
let
us
speak
of
that
yet
.
"
Divining
that
she
would
accept
him
,
he
fell
upon
his
knees
,
and
passionately
kissed
her
hands
,
saying
:
"
Thank
you
--
thank
you
--
how
I
love
you
.
"
She
rose
,
she
was
very
pale
.
Duroy
kissed
her
brow
.
When
she
had
disengaged
herself
from
his
embrace
,
she
said
gravely
:
"
Listen
,
my
friend
,
I
have
not
yet
fully
decided
;
but
my
answer
may
be
'
yes
.
'
You
must
wait
patiently
,
however
,
until
I
disclose
the
secret
to
you
.
"
He
promised
and
left
her
,
his
heart
overflowing
with
joy
.
He
worked
steadily
,
spent
little
,
tried
to
save
some
money
that
he
might
not
be
without
a
sou
at
the
time
of
his
marriage
,
and
became
as
miserly
as
he
had
once
been
prodigal
.
Summer
glided
by
;
then
autumn
,
and
no
one
suspected
the
tie
existing
between
Duroy
and
Mme.
Forestier
,
for
they
seldom
met
in
public
.
One
evening
Madeleine
said
to
him
:
"
You
have
not
yet
told
Mme.
de
Marelle
our
plans
?
"
"
No
,
my
dear
;
as
you
wished
them
kept
secret
,
I
have
not
mentioned
them
to
a
soul
.
"
