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He
had
purple
cheeks
and
downcast
eyes
.
He
was
a
young
man
of
eighteen
to
nineteen
years
old
,
and
of
puny
appearance
,
with
irregular
but
delicate
features
,
and
an
aquiline
nose
.
The
big
black
eyes
which
betokened
in
their
tranquil
moments
a
temperament
at
once
fiery
and
reflective
were
at
the
present
moment
animated
by
an
expression
of
the
most
ferocious
hate
.
Dark
chestnut
hair
,
which
came
low
down
over
his
brow
,
made
his
forehead
appear
small
and
gave
him
a
sinister
look
during
his
angry
moods
.
It
is
doubtful
if
any
face
out
of
all
the
innumerable
varieties
of
the
human
physiognomy
was
ever
distinguished
by
a
more
arresting
individuality
.
A
supple
well
-
knit
figure
,
indicated
agility
rather
than
strength
.
His
air
of
extreme
pensiveness
and
his
great
pallor
had
given
his
father
the
idea
that
he
would
not
live
,
or
that
if
he
did
,
it
would
only
be
to
be
a
burden
to
his
family
.
The
butt
of
the
whole
house
,
he
hated
his
brothers
and
his
father
.
He
was
regularly
beaten
in
the
Sunday
sports
in
the
public
square
.
A
little
less
than
a
year
ago
his
pretty
face
had
begun
to
win
him
some
sympathy
among
the
young
girls
.
Universally
despised
as
a
weakling
,
Julien
had
adored
that
old
Surgeon
-
Major
,
who
had
one
day
dared
to
talk
to
the
mayor
on
the
subject
of
the
plane
trees
.
This
Surgeon
had
sometimes
paid
Father
Sorel
for
taking
his
son
for
a
day
,
and
had
taught
him
Latin
and
History
,
that
is
to
say
the
1796
Campaign
in
Italy
which
was
all
the
history
he
knew
When
he
died
,
he
had
bequeathed
his
Cross
of
the
Legion
of
Honour
,
his
arrears
of
half
pay
,
and
thirty
or
forty
volumes
,
of
which
the
most
precious
had
just
fallen
into
the
public
stream
,
which
had
been
diverted
owing
to
the
influence
of
M
.
the
Mayor
.
Scarcely
had
he
entered
the
house
,
when
Julien
felt
his
shoulder
gripped
by
his
father
’
s
powerful
hand
;
he
trembled
,
expecting
some
blows
.
"
Answer
me
without
lying
,
"
cried
the
harsh
voice
of
the
old
peasant
in
his
ears
,
while
his
hand
turned
him
round
and
round
,
like
a
child
’
s
hand
turns
round
a
lead
soldier
.
The
big
black
eyes
of
Julien
filled
with
tears
,
and
were
confronted
by
the
small
grey
eyes
of
the
old
carpenter
,
who
looked
as
if
he
meant
to
read
to
the
very
bottom
of
his
soul
.
"
Answer
me
without
lies
,
if
you
can
,
you
damned
dog
,
how
did
you
get
to
know
Madame
de
Rênal
?
When
did
you
speak
to
her
?
"
"
I
have
never
spoken
to
her
,
"
answered
Julien
,
"
I
have
only
seen
that
lady
in
church
.
"
"
You
must
have
looked
at
her
,
you
impudent
rascal
.
"
