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"
At
least
he
was
loved
in
a
way
that
it
is
perhaps
sweet
to
be
loved
.
What
woman
alive
now
would
not
be
horrified
at
touching
the
head
of
her
decapitated
lover
?
"
Madame
de
la
Mole
called
her
daughter
.
To
be
effective
hypocrisy
ought
to
hide
itself
,
yet
Julien
had
half
confided
his
admiration
for
Napoleon
to
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
.
Julien
remained
alone
in
the
garden
.
"
That
is
the
immense
advantage
they
have
over
us
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
Their
ancestors
lift
them
above
vulgar
sentiments
,
and
they
have
not
got
always
to
be
thinking
about
their
subsistence
!
What
misery
,
"
he
added
bitterly
.
"
I
am
not
worthy
to
discuss
these
great
matters
.
My
life
is
nothing
more
than
a
series
of
hypocrisies
because
I
have
not
got
a
thousand
francs
a
year
with
which
to
buy
my
bread
and
butter
.
"
Mathilde
came
running
back
.
"
What
are
you
dreaming
about
,
monsieur
?
"
she
said
to
him
.
Julien
was
tired
of
despising
himself
.
Through
sheer
pride
he
frankly
told
her
his
thoughts
.
He
blushed
a
great
deal
while
talking
to
such
a
person
about
his
own
poverty
.
He
tried
to
make
it
as
plain
as
he
could
that
he
was
not
asking
for
anything
.
Mathilde
never
thought
him
so
handsome
;
she
detected
in
him
an
expression
of
frankness
and
sensitiveness
which
he
often
lacked
.
Within
a
month
of
this
episode
Julien
was
pensively
walking
in
the
garden
of
the
hôtel
;
but
his
face
had
no
longer
the
hardness
and
philosophic
superciliousness
which
the
chronic
consciousness
of
his
inferior
position
had
used
to
write
upon
it
.
He
had
just
escorted
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
to
the
door
of
the
salon
.
She
said
she
had
hurt
her
foot
while
running
with
her
brother
.
"
She
leaned
on
my
arm
in
a
very
singular
way
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
.
"
Am
I
a
coxcomb
,
or
is
it
true
that
she
has
taken
a
fancy
to
me
?
She
listens
to
me
so
gently
,
even
when
I
confess
to
her
all
the
sufferings
of
my
pride
!
She
too
,
who
is
so
haughty
to
everyone
!
They
would
be
very
astonished
in
the
salon
if
they
saw
that
expression
of
hers
.
It
is
quite
certain
that
she
does
not
show
anyone
else
such
sweetness
and
goodness
.
"
Julien
endeavoured
not
to
exaggerate
this
singular
friendship
.
He
himself
compared
it
to
an
armed
truce
.
When
they
met
again
each
day
,
they
almost
seemed
before
they
took
up
the
almost
intimate
tone
of
the
previous
day
to
ask
themselves
"
are
we
going
to
be
friends
or
enemies
to
-
day
?
"
Julien
had
realised
that
to
allow
himself
to
be
insulted
with
impunity
even
once
by
this
haughty
girl
would
mean
the
loss
of
everything
.
"
If
I
have
got
to
quarrel
would
it
not
be
better
that
it
should
be
straight
away
in
defending
the
rights
of
my
own
pride
,
than
in
parrying
the
expressions
of
contempt
which
would
follow
the
slightest
abandonment
of
my
duty
to
my
own
self
-
respect
?
"
On
many
occasions
,
on
days
when
she
was
in
a
bad
temper
Mathilde
,
tried
to
play
the
great
lady
with
him
.
These
attempts
were
extremely
subtle
,
but
Julien
rebuffed
them
roughly
.
