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In
another
moment
she
tore
herself
from
his
arms
,
and
lit
a
candle
,
and
it
was
only
by
a
supreme
effort
that
Julien
could
prevent
her
from
cutting
off
a
whole
tress
of
her
hair
.
"
I
want
to
remind
myself
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
"
that
I
am
your
handmaid
.
If
I
am
ever
led
astray
again
by
my
abominable
pride
,
show
me
this
hair
and
say
,
’
It
is
not
a
question
of
the
emotion
which
your
soul
may
be
feeling
at
present
,
you
have
sworn
to
obey
,
obey
on
your
honour
.
’
"
But
it
is
wiser
to
suppress
the
description
of
so
intense
a
transport
of
delirious
happiness
.
Julien
’
s
unselfishness
was
equal
to
his
happiness
.
"
I
must
go
down
by
the
ladder
,
"
he
said
to
Mathilde
,
when
he
saw
the
dawn
of
day
appear
from
the
quarter
of
the
east
over
the
distant
chimneys
beyond
the
garden
.
"
The
sacrifice
that
I
impose
on
myself
is
worthy
of
you
.
I
deprive
myself
of
some
hours
of
the
most
astonishing
happiness
that
a
human
soul
can
savour
,
but
it
is
a
sacrifice
I
make
for
the
sake
of
your
reputation
.
If
you
know
my
heart
you
will
appreciate
how
violent
is
the
strain
to
which
I
am
putting
myself
.
Will
you
always
be
to
me
what
you
are
now
?
But
honour
speaks
,
it
suffices
.
Let
me
tell
you
that
since
our
last
interview
,
thieves
have
not
been
the
only
object
of
suspicion
.
M
.
de
la
Mole
has
set
a
guard
in
the
garden
.
M
.
Croisenois
is
surrounded
by
spies
:
they
know
what
he
does
every
night
.
"
Mathilde
burst
out
laughing
at
this
idea
.
Her
mother
and
a
chamber
-
maid
were
woken
up
,
they
suddenly
began
to
speak
to
her
through
the
door
.
Julien
looked
at
her
,
she
grew
pale
as
she
scolded
the
chamber
-
maid
,
and
she
did
not
deign
to
speak
to
her
mother
.
"
But
suppose
they
think
of
opening
the
window
,
they
will
see
the
ladder
,
"
Julien
said
to
her
.
He
clasped
her
again
in
his
arms
,
rushed
on
to
the
ladder
,
and
slid
,
rather
than
climbed
down
;
he
was
on
the
ground
in
a
moment
.
Three
seconds
after
the
ladder
was
in
the
avenue
of
pines
,
and
Mathilde
’
s
honour
was
saved
.
Julien
returned
to
his
room
and
found
that
he
was
bleeding
and
almost
naked
.
He
had
wounded
himself
in
sliding
down
in
that
dare
-
devil
way
.
Extreme
happiness
had
made
him
regain
all
the
energy
of
his
character
.
If
twenty
men
had
presented
themselves
it
would
have
proved
at
this
moment
only
an
additional
pleasure
to
have
attacked
them
unaided
.
Happily
his
military
prowess
was
not
put
to
the
proof
.
He
laid
the
ladder
in
its
usual
place
and
replaced
the
chain
which
held
it
.
He
did
not
forget
to
efface
the
mark
which
the
ladder
had
left
on
the
bed
of
exotic
flowers
under
Mathilde
’
s
window
.
As
he
was
moving
his
hand
over
the
soft
ground
in
the
darkness
and
satisfying
himself
that
the
mark
had
entirely
disappeared
,
he
felt
something
fall
down
on
his
hands
.
It
was
a
whole
tress
of
Mathilde
’
s
hair
which
she
had
cut
off
and
thrown
down
to
him
.
