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Three
hundred
and
thirty
-
six
dinners
at
eighty
-
five
centimes
.
Three
hundred
and
thirty
-
six
suppers
at
fifty
centimes
.
Chocolate
to
those
who
are
entitled
to
it
.
How
much
profit
can
be
made
on
the
contract
?
—
Valenod
of
Besançon
.
He
saw
in
the
distance
the
iron
gilt
cross
on
the
door
.
He
approached
slowly
.
His
legs
seemed
to
give
way
beneath
him
.
"
So
here
is
this
hell
upon
earth
which
I
shall
be
unable
to
leave
.
"
Finally
he
made
up
his
mind
to
ring
.
The
noise
of
the
bell
reverberated
as
though
through
a
solitude
.
At
the
end
of
ten
minutes
a
pale
man
,
clothed
in
black
,
came
and
opened
the
door
.
Julien
looked
at
him
,
and
immediately
lowered
his
eyes
.
This
porter
had
a
singular
physiognomy
.
The
green
projecting
pupils
of
his
eyes
were
as
round
as
those
of
a
cat
.
The
straight
lines
of
his
eyebrows
betokened
the
impossibility
of
any
sympathy
.
His
thin
lips
came
round
in
a
semicircle
over
projecting
teeth
.
None
the
less
,
his
physiognomy
did
not
so
much
betoken
crime
as
rather
that
perfect
callousness
which
is
so
much
more
terrifying
to
the
young
.
The
one
sentiment
which
Julien
’
s
rapid
gaze
surmised
in
this
long
and
devout
face
was
a
profound
contempt
for
every
topic
of
conversation
which
did
not
deal
with
things
celestial
.
Julien
raised
his
eyes
with
an
effort
,
and
in
a
voice
rendered
quavering
by
the
beating
of
his
heart
explained
that
he
desired
to
speak
to
M
.
Pirard
,
the
director
of
the
Seminary
.
Without
saying
a
word
the
man
in
black
signed
to
him
to
follow
.
They
ascended
two
stories
by
a
large
staircase
with
a
wooden
rail
,
whose
warped
stairs
inclined
to
the
side
opposite
the
wall
,
and
seemed
on
the
point
of
falling
.
A
little
door
with
a
big
cemetery
cross
of
white
wood
painted
black
at
the
top
was
opened
with
difficulty
,
and
the
porter
made
him
enter
a
dark
low
room
,
whose
whitewashed
walls
were
decorated
with
two
big
pictures
blackened
by
age
.
In
this
room
Julien
was
left
alone
.
He
was
overwhelmed
.
His
heart
was
beating
violently
.
He
would
have
been
happy
to
have
ventured
to
cry
.
A
silence
of
death
reigned
over
the
whole
house
.
At
the
end
of
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
which
seemed
a
whole
day
to
him
,
the
sinister
looking
porter
reappeared
on
the
threshold
of
a
door
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
and
without
vouchsafing
a
word
,
signed
to
him
to
advance
.
He
entered
into
a
room
even
larger
than
the
first
,
and
very
badly
lighted
.
The
walls
also
were
whitened
,
but
there
was
no
furniture
.
Only
in
a
corner
near
the
door
Julien
saw
as
he
passed
a
white
wooden
bed
,
two
straw
chairs
,
and
a
little
pinewood
armchair
without
any
cushions
.
He
perceived
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
near
a
small
window
with
yellow
panes
decorated
with
badly
kept
flower
vases
,
a
man
seated
at
a
table
,
and
covered
with
a
dilapidated
cassock
.
He
appeared
to
be
in
a
temper
,
and
took
one
after
the
other
a
number
of
little
squares
of
paper
,
which
he
arranged
on
his
table
after
he
had
written
some
words
on
them
.
He
did
not
notice
Julien
’
s
presence
.
The
latter
did
not
move
,
but
kept
standing
near
the
centre
of
the
room
in
the
place
where
the
porter
,
who
had
gone
out
and
shut
the
door
,
had
left
him
.
Ten
minutes
passed
in
this
way
:
the
badly
dressed
man
kept
on
writing
all
the
time
.
Julien
’
s
emotion
and
terror
were
so
great
that
he
thought
he
was
on
the
point
of
falling
.
A
philosopher
would
have
said
,
possibly
wrongly
,
"
It
is
a
violent
impression
made
by
ugliness
on
a
soul
intended
by
nature
to
love
the
beautiful
.
"
The
man
who
was
writing
lifted
up
his
head
.
Julien
only
perceived
it
after
a
moment
had
passed
,
and
even
after
seeing
it
,
he
still
remained
motionless
,
as
though
struck
dead
by
the
terrible
look
of
which
he
was
the
victim
.
Julien
’
s
troubled
eyes
just
managed
to
make
out
a
long
face
,
all
covered
with
red
blotches
except
the
forehead
,
which
manifested
a
mortal
pallor
.
Two
little
black
eyes
,
calculated
to
terrify
the
most
courageous
,
shone
between
these
red
cheeks
and
that
white
forehead
.
The
vast
area
of
his
forehead
was
bounded
by
thick
,
flat
,
jet
black
hair
.
"
Will
you
come
near
,
yes
or
no
?
"
said
the
man
at
last
,
impatiently
.
Julien
advanced
with
an
uneasy
step
,
and
at
last
,
paler
than
he
had
ever
been
in
his
life
and
on
the
point
of
falling
,
stopped
three
paces
from
the
little
white
wooden
table
which
was
covered
with
the
squares
of
paper
.
