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Julien
shuddered
lest
he
should
want
to
sing
it
.
He
contented
himself
with
analysing
it
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
it
was
blasphemous
and
somewhat
indecent
.
"
When
the
maréchale
become
enraged
against
that
song
,
"
said
Don
Diego
,
"
I
remarked
to
her
that
a
woman
of
her
rank
ought
not
to
read
all
the
stupid
things
that
are
published
.
Whatever
progress
piety
and
gravity
may
make
France
will
always
have
a
cabaret
literature
.
"
’
Be
careful
,
’
I
said
to
madame
de
Fervaques
when
she
had
succeeded
in
depriving
the
author
,
a
poor
devil
on
half
-
pay
,
of
a
place
worth
eighteen
hundred
francs
a
year
,
’
you
have
attacked
this
rhymster
with
your
own
arms
,
he
may
answer
you
with
his
rhymes
;
he
will
make
a
song
about
virtue
.
The
gilded
salons
will
be
on
your
side
;
but
people
who
like
to
laugh
will
repeat
his
epigrams
.
’
Do
you
know
,
monsieur
,
what
the
maréchale
answered
?
’
Let
all
Paris
come
and
see
me
walking
to
my
martyrdom
for
the
sake
of
the
Lord
.
It
will
be
a
new
spectacle
for
France
.
The
people
will
learn
to
respect
the
quality
.
It
will
be
the
finest
day
of
my
life
.
’
Her
eyes
never
looked
finer
.
"
"
And
she
has
superb
ones
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
.
"
I
see
that
you
are
in
love
.
Further
,
"
went
on
Don
Diego
Bustos
gravely
,
"
she
has
not
the
bilious
constitution
which
causes
vindictiveness
.
If
,
however
,
she
likes
to
do
harm
,
it
is
because
she
is
unhappy
,
I
suspect
some
secret
misfortune
.
May
it
not
be
quite
well
a
case
of
prude
tired
of
her
rôle
?
"
The
Spaniard
looked
at
him
in
silence
for
a
good
minute
.
"
That
’
s
the
whole
point
,
"
he
added
gravely
,
"
and
that
’
s
what
may
give
you
ground
for
some
hope
.
I
have
often
reflected
about
it
during
the
two
years
that
I
was
her
very
humble
servant
.
All
your
future
,
my
amorous
sir
,
depends
on
this
great
problem
.
Is
she
a
prude
tired
of
her
rôle
and
only
malicious
because
she
is
unhappy
?
"
"
Or
,
"
said
Altamira
emerging
at
last
from
his
deep
silence
,
"
can
it
be
as
I
have
said
twenty
times
before
,
simply
a
case
of
French
vanity
;
the
memory
of
her
father
,
the
celebrated
cloth
merchant
,
constitutes
the
unhappiness
of
this
frigid
melancholy
nature
.
The
only
happiness
she
could
find
would
be
to
live
in
Toledo
and
to
be
tortured
by
a
confessor
who
would
show
her
hell
wide
open
every
day
.
"
