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"
At
that
time
,
"
answered
Julien
with
a
fiery
eye
,
"
you
did
not
know
the
game
;
now
.
.
.
.
"
"
You
mean
I
would
have
the
heads
cut
off
,
and
I
would
not
be
a
Girondin
,
as
you
said
I
was
the
other
day
?
I
will
give
you
your
answer
,
"
said
Altamira
sadly
,
"
when
you
have
killed
a
man
in
a
duel
—
a
far
less
ugly
matter
than
having
him
put
to
death
by
an
executioner
.
"
"
Upon
my
word
,
"
said
Julien
,
"
the
end
justifies
the
means
.
If
instead
of
being
an
insignificant
man
I
had
some
power
I
would
have
three
men
hanged
in
order
to
save
four
men
’
s
lives
.
"
His
eyes
expressed
the
fire
of
his
own
conscience
;
they
met
the
eyes
of
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
who
was
close
by
him
,
and
their
contempt
,
so
far
from
changing
into
politeness
seemed
to
redouble
.
She
was
deeply
shocked
;
but
she
found
herself
unable
to
forget
Julien
;
she
dragged
her
brother
away
and
went
off
in
a
temper
.
"
I
must
take
some
punch
and
dance
a
lot
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
"
I
will
pick
out
the
best
partner
and
cut
some
figure
at
any
price
.
Good
,
there
is
that
celebrated
cynic
,
the
comte
de
Fervaques
.
"
She
accepted
his
invitation
;
they
danced
.
"
The
question
is
,
"
she
thought
,
"
which
of
us
two
will
be
the
more
impertinent
,
but
in
order
to
make
absolute
fun
of
him
,
I
must
get
him
to
talk
.
"
Soon
all
the
other
members
of
the
quadrille
were
dancing
as
a
matter
of
formality
,
they
did
not
want
to
lose
any
of
Mathilde
’
s
cutting
reparte
.
M
.
de
Fervaques
felt
uneasy
and
as
he
could
only
find
elegant
expressions
instead
of
ideas
,
began
to
scowl
.
Mathilde
,
who
was
in
a
bad
temper
was
cruel
,
and
made
an
enemy
of
him
.
She
danced
till
daylight
and
then
went
home
terribly
tired
.
But
when
she
was
in
the
carriage
the
little
vitality
she
had
left
,
was
still
employed
in
making
her
sad
and
unhappy
.
She
had
been
despised
by
Julien
and
could
not
despise
him
.
Julien
was
at
the
zenith
of
his
happiness
.
He
was
enchanted
without
his
knowing
it
by
the
music
,
the
flowers
,
the
pretty
women
,
the
general
elegance
,
and
above
all
by
his
own
imagination
which
dreamt
of
distinctions
for
himself
and
of
liberty
for
all
.
"
What
a
fine
ball
,
"
he
said
to
the
comte
.
"
Nothing
is
lacking
.
"
