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This
latter
was
so
high
that
,
as
Julien
walked
under
the
avenue
of
pines
with
his
letter
in
his
hands
,
he
could
not
be
seen
from
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
’
s
window
.
The
dome
formed
by
the
well
clipped
pines
intercepted
the
view
.
"
What
!
"
said
Julien
to
himself
angrily
,
"
another
indiscretion
!
If
they
have
really
begun
making
fun
of
me
,
showing
myself
with
a
letter
is
playing
into
my
enemy
’
s
hands
.
"
Norbert
’
s
room
was
exactly
above
his
sister
’
s
and
if
Julien
came
out
from
under
the
dome
formed
by
the
clipped
branches
of
the
pine
,
the
comte
and
his
friend
could
follow
all
his
movements
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
appeared
behind
her
window
;
he
half
showed
his
letter
;
she
lowered
her
head
,
then
Julien
ran
up
to
his
own
room
and
met
accidentally
on
the
main
staircase
the
fair
Mathilde
,
who
seized
the
letter
with
complete
self
-
possession
and
smiling
eyes
"
What
passion
there
was
in
the
eyes
of
that
poor
madame
de
Rênal
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
,
"
when
she
ventured
to
receive
a
letter
from
me
,
even
after
six
months
of
intimate
relationship
!
I
don
’
t
think
she
ever
looked
at
me
with
smiling
eyes
in
her
whole
life
.
"
He
did
not
formulate
so
precisely
the
rest
of
his
answer
;
was
he
perhaps
ashamed
of
the
triviality
of
the
motive
which
were
actuating
him
?
"
But
how
different
too
,
"
he
went
on
to
think
,
"
are
her
elegant
morning
dress
and
her
distinguished
appearance
!
A
man
of
taste
on
seeing
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
thirty
yards
off
would
infer
the
position
which
she
occupies
in
society
.
That
is
what
can
be
called
a
specific
merit
.
"
In
spite
of
all
this
humorousness
,
Julien
was
not
yet
quite
honest
with
himself
;
madame
de
Rênal
had
no
marquis
de
Croisenois
to
sacrifice
to
him
.
His
only
rival
was
that
grotesque
sub
-
prefect
,
M
.
Charcot
,
who
assumed
the
name
of
Maugiron
,
because
there
were
no
Maugirons
left
in
France
.
At
five
o
’
clock
Julien
received
a
third
letter
.
It
was
thrown
to
him
from
the
library
door
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
ran
away
again
.
"
What
a
mania
for
writing
,
"
he
said
to
himself
with
a
laugh
,
"
when
one
can
talk
so
easily
.
The
enemy
wants
my
letters
,
that
is
clear
,
and
many
of
them
.
"
He
did
not
hurry
to
open
this
one
.
"
More
elegant
phrases
,
"
he
thought
;
but
he
paled
as
he
read
it
.
There
were
only
eight
lines
.
"
I
need
to
speak
to
you
;
I
must
speak
to
you
this
evening
.
Be
in
the
garden
at
the
moment
when
one
o
’
clock
is
striking
.
Take
the
big
gardeners
’
ladder
near
the
well
;
place
it
against
my
window
,
and
climb
up
to
my
room
.
It
is
moonlight
;
never
mind
.
"
Oh
,
how
cruel
is
the
interval
between
the
conception
