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"
Is
your
husband
in
town
,
dear
,
"
he
said
to
her
not
in
order
to
defy
her
but
as
a
sheer
matter
of
habit
.
"
Don
’
t
talk
to
me
like
that
,
I
beg
you
,
or
I
will
call
my
husband
.
I
feel
only
too
guilty
in
not
having
sent
you
away
before
.
I
pity
you
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
trying
to
wound
his
,
as
she
well
knew
,
irritable
pride
.
This
refusal
of
all
endearments
,
this
abrupt
way
of
breaking
so
tender
a
tie
which
he
thought
still
subsisted
,
carried
the
transports
of
Julien
’
s
love
to
the
point
of
delirium
.
"
What
!
is
it
possible
you
do
not
love
me
?
"
he
said
to
her
,
with
one
of
those
accents
that
come
straight
from
the
heart
and
impose
a
severe
strain
on
the
cold
equanimity
of
the
listener
.
She
did
not
answer
.
As
for
him
,
he
wept
bitterly
.
In
fact
he
had
no
longer
the
strength
to
speak
.
"
So
I
am
completely
forgotten
by
the
one
being
who
ever
loved
me
,
what
is
the
good
of
living
on
henceforth
?
"
As
soon
as
he
had
no
longer
to
fear
the
danger
of
meeting
a
man
all
his
courage
had
left
him
;
his
heart
now
contained
no
emotion
except
that
of
love
.
He
wept
for
a
long
time
in
silence
.
He
took
her
hand
;
she
tried
to
take
it
away
,
and
after
a
few
almost
convulsive
moments
,
surrendered
it
to
him
.
It
was
extremely
dark
;
they
were
both
sitting
on
Madame
de
Rênal
’
s
bed
.
"
What
a
change
from
fourteen
months
ago
,
"
thought
Julien
,
and
his
tears
redoubled
.
"
So
absence
is
really
bound
to
destroy
all
human
sentiments
.
"
