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Julien
was
so
surprised
and
embarrassed
that
he
did
not
fully
appreciate
how
ideally
fortunate
this
scene
was
for
himself
.
He
helped
Mathilde
to
sit
down
;
she
almost
abandoned
herself
in
his
arms
.
The
first
minute
in
which
he
noticed
this
movement
,
he
felt
an
extreme
joy
.
Immediately
afterwards
,
he
thought
of
Korasoff
:
"
I
may
lose
everything
by
a
single
word
.
"
The
strain
of
carrying
out
his
tactics
was
so
great
that
his
arms
stiffened
.
"
I
dare
not
even
allow
myself
to
press
this
supple
,
charming
frame
to
my
heart
,
or
she
will
despise
me
or
treat
me
badly
.
What
an
awful
character
!
"
And
while
he
cursed
Mathilde
’
s
character
,
he
loved
her
a
hundred
times
more
.
He
thought
he
had
a
queen
in
his
arms
.
Julien
’
s
impassive
coldness
intensified
the
anguished
pride
which
was
lacerating
the
soul
of
mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
.
She
was
far
from
having
the
necessary
self
-
possession
to
try
and
read
in
his
eyes
what
he
felt
for
her
at
that
particular
moment
.
She
could
not
make
up
her
mind
to
look
at
him
.
She
trembled
lest
she
might
encounter
a
contemptuous
expression
.
Seated
motionless
on
the
library
divan
,
with
her
head
turned
in
the
opposite
direction
to
Julien
,
she
was
a
prey
to
the
most
poignant
anguish
that
pride
and
love
can
inflict
upon
a
human
soul
What
an
awful
step
had
she
just
slipped
into
taking
!
"
It
has
been
reserved
for
me
,
unhappy
woman
that
I
am
,
to
see
my
most
unbecoming
advances
rebuffed
!
and
rebuffed
by
whom
?
"
added
her
maddened
and
wounded
pride
;
"
rebuffed
by
a
servant
of
my
father
’
s
!
That
’
s
more
than
I
will
put
up
with
,
"
she
said
aloud
,
and
rising
in
a
fury
,
she
opened
the
drawer
of
Julien
’
s
table
,
which
was
two
yards
in
front
of
her
.
She
stood
petrified
with
horror
when
she
saw
eight
or
ten
unopened
letters
,
completely
like
the
one
the
porter
had
just
brought
up
.
She
recognised
Julien
’
s
handwriting
,
though
more
or
less
disguised
,
on
all
the
addresses
.
"
So
,
"
she
cried
,
quite
beside
herself
,
"
you
are
not
only
on
good
terms
with
her
,
but
you
actually
despise
her
.
You
,
a
nobody
,
despise
madame
la
maréchale
de
Fervaques
!
"
"
Oh
,
forgive
me
,
my
dear
,
"
she
added
,
throwing
herself
on
her
knees
;
"
despise
me
if
you
wish
,
but
love
me
.
I
cannot
live
without
your
love
.
"
And
she
fell
down
in
a
dead
faint
.
"
So
our
proud
lady
is
lying
at
my
feet
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
.
