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In
a
single
minute
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
reached
the
point
of
loading
Julien
with
the
signs
of
the
most
extreme
contempt
.
She
had
infinite
wit
,
and
this
wit
was
always
triumphant
in
the
art
of
torturing
vanity
and
wounding
it
cruelly
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
Julien
found
himself
subjected
to
the
energy
of
a
superior
intellect
,
which
was
animated
against
him
by
the
most
violent
hate
.
Far
from
having
at
present
the
slightest
thought
of
defending
himself
,
he
came
to
despise
himself
.
Hearing
himself
overwhelmed
with
such
marks
of
contempt
which
were
so
cleverly
calculated
to
destroy
any
good
opinion
that
he
might
have
of
himself
,
he
thought
that
Mathilde
was
right
,
and
that
she
did
not
say
enough
.
As
for
her
,
she
found
it
deliciously
gratifying
to
her
pride
to
punish
in
this
way
both
herself
and
him
for
the
adoration
that
she
had
felt
some
days
previously
.
She
did
not
have
to
invent
and
improvise
the
cruel
remarks
which
she
addressed
to
him
with
so
much
gusto
.
All
she
had
to
do
was
to
repeat
what
the
advocate
of
the
other
side
had
been
saying
against
her
love
in
her
own
heart
for
the
last
eight
days
.
Each
word
intensified
a
hundredfold
Julien
’
s
awful
unhappiness
.
He
wanted
to
run
away
,
but
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
took
hold
of
his
arm
authoritatively
.
"
Be
good
enough
to
remark
,
"
he
said
to
her
,
"
that
you
are
talking
very
loud
.
You
will
be
heard
in
the
next
room
.
"
"
What
does
it
matter
?
"
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
answered
haughtily
.
"
Who
will
dare
to
say
they
have
heard
me
?
I
want
to
cure
your
miserable
vanity
once
and
for
all
of
any
ideas
you
may
have
indulged
in
on
my
account
.
"
When
Julien
was
allowed
to
leave
the
library
he
was
so
astonished
that
he
was
less
sensitive
to
his
unhappiness
.
"
She
does
not
love
me
any
more
,
"
he
repeated
to
himself
,
speaking
aloud
as
though
to
teach
himself
how
he
stood
.
"
It
seems
that
she
has
loved
me
eight
or
ten
days
,
but
I
shall
love
her
all
my
life
.
"
"
Is
it
really
possible
she
was
nothing
to
me
,
nothing
to
my
heart
so
few
days
back
?
"
