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"
Why
!
I
shall
have
been
the
rival
of
a
man
who
bears
one
of
the
finest
names
in
France
,
and
then
out
of
pure
light
-
heartedness
,
declared
myself
his
inferior
!
After
all
,
it
is
cowardly
not
to
go
;
these
words
clinch
everything
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
as
he
got
up
.
.
.
"
besides
she
is
quite
pretty
.
"
"
If
this
is
not
a
piece
of
treachery
,
what
a
folly
is
she
not
committing
for
my
sake
.
If
it
’
s
a
piece
of
mystification
,
by
heaven
,
gentlemen
,
it
only
depends
on
me
to
turn
the
jest
into
earnest
and
that
I
will
do
.
"
But
supposing
they
tie
my
hands
together
at
the
moment
I
enter
the
room
:
they
may
have
placed
some
ingenious
machine
there
.
"
It
’
s
like
a
duel
,
"
he
said
to
himself
with
a
laugh
.
"
Everyone
makes
a
full
parade
,
says
my
maître
d
’
armes
,
but
the
good
God
,
who
wishes
the
thing
to
end
,
makes
one
of
them
forget
to
parry
.
Besides
,
here
’
s
something
to
answer
them
with
.
"
He
drew
his
pistols
out
of
his
pocket
,
and
although
the
priming
was
shining
,
he
renewed
it
.
There
was
still
several
hours
to
wait
.
Julien
wrote
to
Fouqué
in
order
to
have
something
to
do
.
"
My
friend
,
do
not
open
the
enclosed
letter
except
in
the
event
of
an
accident
,
if
you
hear
that
something
strange
has
happened
to
me
.
In
that
case
blot
out
the
proper
names
in
the
manuscript
which
I
am
sending
you
,
make
eight
copies
of
it
,
and
send
it
to
the
papers
of
Marseilles
,
Bordeaux
,
Lyons
,
Brussels
,
etc
.
Ten
days
later
have
the
manuscript
printed
,
send
the
first
copy
to
M
.
the
marquis
de
la
Mole
,
and
a
fortnight
after
that
throw
the
other
copies
at
night
into
the
streets
of
Verrières
.
"
Julien
made
this
little
memoir
in
defence
of
his
position
as
little
compromising
as
possible
for
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
.
Fouqué
was
only
to
open
it
in
the
event
of
an
accident
.
It
was
put
in
the
form
of
a
story
,
but
in
fact
it
exactly
described
his
situation
.
Julien
had
just
fastened
his
packet
when
the
dinner
bell
rang
.
It
made
his
heart
beat
.
His
imagination
was
distracted
by
the
story
which
he
had
just
composed
,
and
fell
a
prey
to
tragic
presentiments
.
He
saw
himself
seized
by
servants
,
trussed
,
and
taken
into
a
cellar
with
a
gag
in
his
mouth
.
A
servant
was
stationed
there
,
who
never
let
him
out
of
sight
,
and
if
the
family
honour
required
that
the
adventure
should
have
a
tragic
end
,
it
was
easy
to
finish
everything
with
those
poisons
which
leave
no
trace
.
They
could
then
say
that
he
had
died
of
an
illness
and
would
carry
his
dead
body
back
into
his
room
.
Thrilled
like
a
dramatic
author
by
his
own
story
,
Julien
was
really
afraid
when
he
entered
the
dining
-
room
.
He
looked
at
all
those
liveried
servants
—
he
studied
their
faces
.
"
Which
ones
are
chosen
for
to
-
night
’
s
expedition
?
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
The
memories
of
the
court
of
Henri
III
.
are
so
vivid
in
this
family
,
and
so
often
recalled
,
that
if
they
think
they
have
been
insulted
they
will
show
more
resolution
than
other
persons
of
the
same
rank
.
"
He
looked
at
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
in
order
to
read
the
family
plans
in
her
eyes
;
she
was
pale
and
looked
quite
middle
-
aged
.
He
thought
that
she
had
never
looked
so
great
:
she
was
really
handsome
and
imposing
;
he
almost
fell
in
love
with
her
.
"
Pallida
morte
futura
,
"
he
said
to
himself
(
her
pallor
indicates
her
great
plans
)
.
It
was
in
vain
that
after
dinner
he
made
a
point
of
walking
for
a
long
time
in
the
garden
,
mademoiselle
did
not
appear
.
Speaking
to
her
at
that
moment
would
have
lifted
a
great
weight
off
his
heart
.
Why
not
admit
it
?
he
was
afraid
.
As
he
had
resolved
to
act
,
he
was
not
ashamed
to
abandon
himself
to
this
emotion
.
"
So
long
as
I
show
the
necessary
courage
at
the
actual
moment
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
what
does
it
matter
what
I
feel
at
this
particular
moment
?
"
He
went
to
reconnoitre
the
situation
and
find
out
the
weight
of
the
ladder
.
