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"
Do
you
wish
,
"
said
Julien
to
her
,
"
to
make
the
memory
of
our
love
loathsome
?
"
Finally
Julien
left
Verrières
.
M
.
de
Rênal
was
very
happy
,
but
when
the
fatal
moment
came
to
accept
money
from
him
the
sacrifice
proved
beyond
Julien
’
s
strength
.
He
refused
point
blank
.
M
.
de
Rênal
embraced
him
around
the
neck
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
Julien
had
asked
him
for
a
testimonial
of
good
conduct
,
and
his
enthusiasm
could
find
no
terms
magnificent
enough
in
which
to
extol
his
conduct
.
Our
hero
had
five
louis
of
savings
and
he
reckoned
on
asking
Fouqué
for
an
equal
sum
.
He
was
very
moved
.
But
one
league
from
Verrières
,
where
he
left
so
much
that
was
dear
to
him
,
he
only
thought
of
the
happiness
of
seeing
the
capital
of
a
great
military
town
like
Besançon
.
During
the
short
absence
of
three
days
,
Madame
de
Rênal
was
the
victim
of
one
of
the
cruellest
deceptions
to
which
love
is
liable
.
Her
life
was
tolerable
,
because
between
her
and
extreme
unhappiness
there
was
still
that
last
interview
which
she
was
to
have
with
Julien
.
Finally
during
the
night
of
the
third
day
,
she
heard
from
a
distance
the
preconcerted
signal
.
Julien
,
having
passed
through
a
thousand
dangers
,
appeared
before
her
.
In
this
moment
she
only
had
one
thought
—
"
I
see
him
for
the
last
time
.
"
Instead
of
answering
the
endearments
of
her
lover
,
she
seemed
more
dead
than
alive
.
If
she
forced
herself
to
tell
him
that
she
loved
him
,
she
said
it
with
an
embarrassed
air
which
almost
proved
the
contrary
.
Nothing
could
rid
her
of
the
cruel
idea
of
eternal
separation
.
The
suspicious
Julien
thought
for
the
moment
that
he
was
already
forgotten
.
His
pointed
remarks
to
this
effect
were
only
answered
by
great
tears
which
flowed
down
in
silence
,
and
by
some
hysterical
pressings
of
the
hand
"
But
,
"
Julien
would
answer
his
mistress
’
s
cold
protestations
,
"
Great
Heavens
!
How
can
you
expect
me
to
believe
you
?
You
would
show
one
hundred
times
more
sincere
affection
to
Madame
Derville
to
a
mere
acquaintance
.
"
Madame
de
Rênal
was
petrified
,
and
at
a
loss
for
an
answer
.
"
It
is
impossible
to
be
more
unhappy
.
I
hope
I
am
going
to
die
.
I
feel
my
heart
turn
to
ice
.
"
