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In
that
moment
as
he
stepped
out
of
the
carriage
into
the
bright
sunlight
of
the
parade
grounds
,
clad
in
the
perfume
that
made
people
love
him
,
the
perfume
on
which
he
had
worked
for
two
years
,
the
perfume
that
he
had
thirsted
to
possess
his
whole
life
long
...
in
that
moment
,
as
he
saw
and
smelted
how
irresistible
its
effect
was
and
how
with
lightning
speed
it
spread
and
made
captives
of
the
people
all
around
him-in
that
moment
his
whole
disgust
for
humankind
rose
up
again
within
him
and
completely
soured
his
triumph
,
so
that
he
felt
not
only
no
joy
,
but
not
even
the
least
bit
of
satisfaction
.
What
he
had
always
longed
for-that
other
people
should
love
him-became
at
the
moment
of
its
achievement
unbearable
,
because
he
did
not
love
them
himself
,
he
hated
them
.
And
suddenly
he
knew
that
he
had
never
found
gratification
in
love
,
but
always
only
in
hatred
-
in
hating
and
in
being
hated.But
the
hate
he
felt
for
people
remained
without
an
echo
.
The
more
he
hated
them
at
this
moment
,
the
more
they
worshiped
him
,
for
they
perceived
only
his
counterfeit
aura
,
his
fragrant
disguise
,
his
stolen
perfume
,
and
it
was
indeed
a
scent
to
be
worshiped.He
would
have
loved
right
now
to
have
exterminated
these
people
from
the
earth
,
every
stupid
,
stinking
,
eroticized
one
of
them
,
just
as
he
had
once
exterminated
alien
odors
from
the
world
of
his
raven-black
soul
.
And
he
wanted
them
to
realize
how
much
he
hated
them
and
for
them
,
realizing
that
it
was
the
only
emotion
that
he
had
ever
truly
felt
,
to
return
that
hate
and
exterminate
him
just
as
they
had
originally
intended
.
For
once
in
his
life
,
he
wanted
to
empty
himself
.
For
once
in
his
life
,
he
wanted
to
be
like
other
people
and
empty
himself
of
what
was
inside
him
--
what
they
did
with
their
love
and
their
stupid
adoration
,
he
would
do
with
his
hate
.
For
once
,
just
for
once
,
he
wanted
to
be
apprehended
in
his
true
being
,
for
other
human
beings
to
respond
with
an
answer
to
his
only
true
emotion
,
hatred.But
nothing
came
of
that
.
Nothing
could
ever
come
of
it
.
And
most
certainly
not
on
this
day
.
For
after
all
,
he
was
masked
with
the
best
perfume
in
the
world
,
and
beneath
his
mask
there
was
no
face
,
but
only
his
total
odorlessness
.
Suddenly
he
was
sick
to
his
stomach
,
for
he
felt
the
fog
rising
again.Just
as
it
had
back
then
in
his
cave
,
in
his
dream
,
in
his
sleep
,
in
his
heart
,
in
his
fantasy
,
all
at
once
fog
was
rising
,
the
dreadful
fog
from
his
own
odor
,
which
he
could
not
smell
,
because
he
was
odorless
.
And
just
as
then
,
he
was
filled
with
boundless
fear
and
terror
,
felt
as
if
he
were
going
to
suffocate
.
But
this
time
it
was
different
,
this
was
no
dream
,
no
sleep
,
but
naked
reality
.
And
different
,
too
,
because
he
was
not
lying
alone
in
a
cave
,
but
standing
in
a
public
place
before
ten
thousand
people
.
And
different
because
here
no
scream
would
help
to
wake
and
free
him
,
no
flight
would
rescue
him
and
bring
him
into
the
good
,
warm
world
.
For
here
and
now
,
this
was
the
world
,
and
this
,
here
and
now
,
was
his
dream
come
true
.
And
he
had
wanted
it
thus.The
horrible
,
suffocating
fog
rose
up
from
the
morass
of
his
soul
,
while
all
around
him
people
moaned
in
orgiastic
and
orgasmic
rapture
.
A
man
came
running
up
to
him
.
He
had
leapt
up
out
of
the
first
row
of
the
notables
'
grandstand
so
violently
that
his
black
hat
toppled
from
his
head
,
and
now
with
his
black
frock
coat
billowing
,
he
fluttered
across
the
parade
grounds
like
a
raven
or
an
avenging
angel
.
It
was
Richis.He
is
going
to
kill
me
,
thought
Grenouille
.
He
is
the
only
one
who
has
not
let
himself
be
deceived
by
my
mask
.
He
wo
n't
let
himself
be
deceived
.
The
scent
of
his
daughter
is
clinging
to
me
,
betraying
me
as
surely
as
blood
.
He
has
got
to
recognize
me
and
kill
me
.
He
has
got
to
do
it.And
he
spread
his
arms
wide
to
receive
the
angel
storming
down
upon
him
.
He
already
could
feel
the
thrust
of
the
dagger
or
sword
tickling
so
wonderfully
at
his
breast
,
and
the
blade
passing
through
his
armor
of
scent
and
the
suffocating
fog
,
right
to
the
middle
of
his
cold
heart-finally
,
finally
,
something
in
his
heart
,
something
other
than
himself
!
And
he
sensed
his
deliverance
already
at
hand.And
then
,
suddenly
,
there
was
Richis
at
his
breast
,
no
avenging
angel
,
but
a
shaken
,
pitiably
sobbing
Richis
,
who
threw
his
arms
around
him
,
clutching
him
very
tight
,
as
if
he
could
find
no
other
footing
in
a
sea
of
bliss
.
No
liberating
thrust
of
the
dagger
,
no
prick
to
the
heart
,
not
even
a
curse
or
a
cry
of
hatred
.
Instead
,
Richis
's
cheek
wet
with
tears
glued
to
his
,
and
quivering
lips
that
whimpered
to
him
:
"
Forgive
me
,
my
son
,
my
dear
son
,
forgive
me
!
"
With
that
,
everything
within
him
went
white
before
his
eyes
,
while
the
world
outside
turned
raven
black.The
trapped
fog
condensed
to
a
raging
liquid
,
like
frothy
,
boiling
milk
It
inundated
him
,
pressed
its
unbearable
weight
against
the
inner
shell
of
his
body
,
could
find
no
way
out
.
He
wanted
to
flee
,
for
God
's
sake
,
to
flee
,
but
where
...
He
wanted
to
burst
,
to
explode
,
to
keep
from
suffocating
on
himself
.
Finally
he
sank
down
and
lost
consciousness
.
WHEN
HE
again
came
to
,
he
was
lying
in
Laure
Richis
's
bed
.
The
reliquary
of
clothes
and
hair
had
been
removed
.
A
candle
was
burning
on
the
night
table
.
The
window
was
ajar
,
and
he
could
hear
the
exultation
of
the
town
's
revels
in
the
distance
.
An-toine
Richis
was
sitting
on
a
footstool
beside
the
bed
watching
him
.
He
had
placed
Grenouille
's
hand
in
his
own
and
was
stroking
it.Even
before
he
opened
his
eyes
,
Grenouille
had
checked
the
atmosphere
.
Everything
was
quiet
within
him
.
There
was
no
more
boiling
or
bursting
.
His
soul
was
again
dominated
as
usual
by
cold
night
,
just
what
he
needed
for
a
frosty
and
clear
conscious
mind
to
be
directed
to
the
outside
world
:
there
he
smelled
his
perfume
.
It
had
changed
.
Its
peaks
had
leveled
off
so
that
the
core
of
Laure
's
scent
emerged
more
splendidly
than
ever-a
mild
,
dark
,
glowing
fire
.
He
felt
secure
.
He
knew
that
he
was
unassailable
for
a
few
hours
yet
,
and
he
opened
his
eyes.Richis
's
gaze
rested
on
him
.
An
infinite
benevolence
lay
in
that
gaze
:
tenderness
,
compassion
,
the
empty
,
fatuous
profundity
of
a
lover.He
smiled
,
pressed
Grenouille
's
hand
more
tightly
,
and
said
,
"
It
will
all
turn
out
all
right
.
The
magistrate
has
overturned
the
verdict
.
All
the
witnesses
have
recanted
.
You
are
free
.
You
can
do
whatever
you
want
.
But
I
would
like
you
to
stay
here
with
me
.
I
have
lost
a
daughter
,
but
I
want
to
gain
you
as
my
son
.
You
're
very
much
like
her
.
You
are
beautiful
like
her
,
your
hair
,
your
mouth
,
your
hand
...
I
have
been
holding
your
hand
all
this
time
,
your
hand
is
like
hers
.
And
when
I
look
into
your
eyes
,
it
's
as
if
she
were
looking
at
me
.
You
are
her
brother
,
and
I
want
you
to
become
my
son
,
my
friend
,
my
pride
and
joy
,
my
heir
.
Are
your
parents
still
alive
?
"
Grenouille
shook
his
head
,
and
Richis
's
face
turned
beet
red
for
joy
.
"
Then
will
you
be
my
son
?
"
he
stammered
,
jumping
up
from
his
stool
to
sit
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
and
clasp
Grenouille
's
other
hand
as
well
.
"
Will
you
?
Will
you
?
Will
you
have
me
for
a
father
?
-
Do
n't
say
anything
!
Do
n't
speak
!
You
are
still
too
weak
to
talk
.
Just
nod
"
Grenouille
nodded
.
And
joy
erupted
from
Richis
's
every
pore
like
scarlet
sweat
,
and
he
bent
down
to
Grenouille
and
kissed
him
on
the
mouth
.
"
Sleep
now
,
my
dear
son
!
"
he
said
,
standing
back
up
again
.
"
I
will
keep
watch
over
you
until
you
have
fallen
asleep
.
"
And
after
he
had
observed
him
in
mute
bliss
for
a
long
time
:
"
You
have
made
me
very
,
very
happy
.
"
Grenouille
pulled
the
corners
of
his
mouth
apart
,
the
way
he
had
noticed
people
do
when
they
smile
.
Then
he
closed
his
eyes
.
He
waited
a
while
before
letting
his
respiration
grow
easy
and
deep
like
a
sleeper
's
.
He
could
feel
Richis
's
loving
gaze
on
his
face
.
At
one
point
he
felt
Richis
bending
forward
again
to
kiss
him
,
but
then
refraining
for
fear
of
waking
him
.
Finally
the
candle
was
blown
out
,
and
Richis
slipped
on
tiptoe
from
the
room.Grenouille
lay
there
until
he
could
no
longer
hear
a
sound
in
the
house
or
the
town
.
When
he
got
up
,
it
was
already
dawn
.
He
dressed
and
stole
away
,
softly
down
the
hall
,
softly
down
the
stairs
,
and
through
the
salon
out
onto
the
terrace
.
From
there
you
could
see
over
the
city
wall
,
out
across
the
valley
surrounding
Grasse-in
clear
weather
probably
as
far
as
the
sea
.
A
light
fog
,
or
better
a
haze
,
hung
now
over
the
fields
,
and
the
odors
that
came
from
them-grass
,
broom
,
and
rose-seemed
washed
clean
,
comfortably
plain
and
simple
.
Grenouille
crossed
the
garden
and
climbed
over
the
wall.Out
on
the
parade
grounds
he
had
to
fight
his
way
through
human
effluvia
before
he
reached
open
country
.
The
whole
area
and
the
slopes
looked
like
a
gigantic
,
debauched
army
camp
.
Drunken
forms
by
the
thousands
lay
all
about
,
exhausted
by
the
dissipations
of
their
nocturnal
festivities
,
many
of
them
naked
,
many
half
exposed
,
half
covered
by
their
clothes
,
which
they
had
used
as
a
sort
of
blanket
to
creep
under
.
It
stank
of
sour
wine
,
of
brandy
,
of
sweat
and
piss
,
of
baby
shit
and
charred
meat
.
The
camp-fires
where
they
had
roasted
,
drunk
,
and
danced
were
still
smoking
here
and
there
.
Now
and
then
a
murmur
or
a
snigger
would
gurgle
up
from
the
thousands
of
snores
.
It
was
possible
that
a
few
people
were
still
awake
,
guzzling
away
the
last
scraps
of
consciousness
from
their
brains
.
But
no
one
saw
Grenouille
,
who
carefully
but
quickly
climbed
over
the
scattered
bodies
as
if
moving
across
a
swamp
.
And
those
who
saw
him
did
not
recognize
him
.
He
no
longer
had
any
scent
.
The
miracle
was
over.Once
he
had
crossed
the
grounds
,
he
did
not
take
the
road
toward
Grenoble
,
nor
the
one
to
Cabris
,
but
walked
straight
across
the
fields
toward
the
west
,
never
once
turning
to
look
back
.
When
the
sun
rose
,
fat
and
yellow
and
scorching
hot
,
he
had
long
since
vanished
.
The
people
of
Grasse
awoke
with
a
terrible
hangover
.
Even
those
who
had
not
drunk
had
heads
heavy
as
lead
and
were
wretchedly
sick
to
their
stomachs
and
wretchedly
sick
at
heart
.
Out
on
the
parade
grounds
,
by
bright
sunlight
,
simple
peasants
searched
for
the
clothes
they
had
flung
off
in
the
excesses
of
their
orgy
;
respectable
women
searched
for
their
husbands
and
children
;
total
strangers
unwound
themselves
in
horror
from
intimate
embraces
;
acquaintances
,
neighbors
,
spouses
were
suddenly
standing
opposite
each
other
painfully
embarrassed
by
their
public
nakedness.For
many
of
them
the
experience
was
so
ghastly
,
so
completely
inexplicable
and
incompatible
with
their
genuine
moral
precepts
that
they
had
literally
erased
it
from
their
memories
the
moment
it
happened
and
as
a
result
truly
could
not
recall
any
of
it
later
.
Others
,
who
were
not
in
such
sovereign
control
of
their
faculties
of
perception
,
tried
to
shut
their
eyes
,
their
ears
,
their
minds
to
it-which
was
not
all
that
easy
,
for
the
shame
of
it
was
too
obvious
and
too
universal
.
As
soon
as
someone
had
found
his
effects
and
his
kin
,
he
beat
as
hasty
and
inconspicuous
a
retreat
as
possible
.
By
noon
the
grounds
were
as
good
as
swept
clean.The
townspeople
did
not
emerge
from
their
houses
until
evening
,
if
at
all
,
to
pursue
their
most
pressing
errands
.
Their
greetings
when
they
met
were
of
the
most
cursory
sort
;
they
made
nothing
but
small
talk
.
Not
a
word
was
said
about
the
events
of
the
morning
and
the
previous
night
.
They
were
as
modest
now
as
they
had
been
uninhibited
and
brash
yesterday
.
And
they
were
all
like
that
,
for
they
were
all
guilty
.
Never
was
there
greater
harmony
among
the
citizens
of
Grasse
than
on
that
day-people
lived
packed
in
cotton.Of
course
,
many
of
them
,
because
of
the
offices
they
held
,
were
forced
to
deal
directly
with
what
had
happened
.
The
continuity
of
public
life
,
the
inviolability
of
law
and
order
demanded
that
swift
measures
be
taken
.
The
town
council
was
in
session
by
afternoon
.
The
gentlemen-the
second
consul
among
them-embraced
one
another
mutely
as
if
by
this
conspiratorial
gesture
the
body
were
newly
constituted
.
Then
without
so
much
as
mentioning
the
events
themselves
or
even
the
name
Grenouille
,
they
unanimously
resolved
"
immediately
to
have
the
scaffold
and
grandstand
on
the
parade
grounds
dismantled
and
to
have
the
trampled
fields
surrounding
them
restored
to
their
former
orderly
state
.
"
For
this
purpose
,
160
livres
were
appropriated.At
the
same
time
the
judges
met
at
the
provost
court
.
The
magistrates
agreed
without
debate
to
regard
the
"
case
of
G.
"
as
settled
,
to
close
the
files
,
to
place
them
in
the
archives
without
registry
,
and
to
open
new
proceedings
against
the
thus-far
unidentified
murderer
of
twenty-five
maidens
in
the
region
around
Grasse
.
The
order
was
passed
to
the
police
lieutenant
to
begin
his
investigation
immediately.By
the
next
day
,
he
had
already
made
new
discoveries
.
On
the
basis
of
incontrovertible
evidence
,
he
arrested
Dominique
Druot
,
maitre
parfumeur
in
the
rue
de
la
Louve
,
since
,
after
all
,
it
was
in
his
cabin
that
the
clothes
and
hair
of
all
the
victims
had
been
found
.
The
judges
were
not
deceived
by
the
lies
he
told
at
first
After
fourteen
hours
of
torture
,
he
confessed
everything
and
even
begged
to
be
executed
as
soon
as
possible-which
wish
was
granted
and
the
execution
set
for
the
following
day
.
They
strung
him
up
by
the
gray
light
of
dawn
,
without
any
fuss
,
without
scaffold
or
grandstand
,
with
only
the
hangman
,
a
magistrate
of
the
court
,
a
doctor
,
and
a
priest
in
attendance
.
Once
death
had
occurred
,
had
been
verified
and
duly
recorded
,
the
body
was
promptly
buried
.
With
that
the
case
was
closed.The
town
had
forgotten
it
in
any
event
,
forgotten
it
so
totally
that
travelers
who
passed
through
in
the
days
that
followed
and
casually
inquired
about
Grasse
's
infamous
murderer
of
young
maidens
found
not
a
single
sane
person
who
could
give
them
any
information
.
Only
a
few
fools
from
the
Charite
,
notorious
lunatics
,
babbled
something
or
other
about
a
great
feast
on
the
place
du
Cours
,
on
account
of
which
they
had
been
forced
to
vacate
their
rooms.And
soon
life
had
returned
completely
to
normal
.
People
worked
hard
and
slept
well
and
went
about
their
business
and
behaved
decently
.
Water
gushed
as
it
always
had
from
the
fountains
and
wells
,
sending
muck
floating
down
the
streets
.
Once
again
the
town
clung
shabbily
but
proudly
to
its
slopes
above
the
fertile
basin
.
The
sun
shone
warmly
.
Soon
it
was
May
.
They
harvested
roses
.
