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In
the
midst
of
these
great
transports
Julien
felt
more
surprised
than
happy
.
Mathilde
’
s
abuse
proved
to
him
the
shrewdness
of
the
Russian
tactics
.
"
’
Few
words
,
few
deeds
,
’
that
is
my
one
method
of
salvation
.
"
He
picked
up
Mathilde
,
and
without
saying
a
word
,
put
her
back
on
the
divan
.
She
was
gradually
being
overcome
by
tears
.
In
order
to
keep
herself
in
countenance
,
she
took
madame
de
Fervaques
’
letters
in
her
hands
,
and
slowly
broke
the
seals
.
She
gave
a
noticeable
nervous
movement
when
she
recognised
the
maréchale
’
s
handwriting
.
She
turned
over
the
pages
of
these
letters
without
reading
them
.
Most
of
them
were
six
pages
.
"
At
least
answer
me
,
"
Mathilde
said
at
last
,
in
the
most
supplicatory
tone
,
but
without
daring
to
look
at
Julien
:
"
You
know
how
proud
I
am
.
It
is
the
misfortune
of
my
position
,
and
of
my
temperament
,
too
,
I
confess
.
Has
madame
de
Fervaques
robbed
me
of
your
heart
?
Has
she
made
the
sacrifices
to
which
my
fatal
love
swept
me
?
"
A
dismal
silence
was
all
Julien
’
s
answer
.
"
By
what
right
,
"
he
thought
,
"
does
she
ask
me
to
commit
an
indiscretion
unworthy
of
an
honest
man
?
"
Mathilde
tried
to
read
the
letters
;
her
eyes
were
so
wet
with
tears
that
it
was
impossible
for
her
to
do
so
.
She
had
been
unhappy
for
a
month
past
,
but
this
haughty
soul
had
been
very
far
from
owning
its
own
feelings
even
to
itself
.
Chance
alone
had
brought
about
this
explosion
.
For
one
instant
jealousy
and
love
had
won
a
victory
over
pride
.
She
was
sitting
on
the
divan
,
and
very
near
him
.
He
saw
her
hair
and
her
alabaster
neck
.
For
a
moment
he
forgot
all
he
owed
to
himself
.
He
passed
his
arm
around
her
waist
,
and
clasped
her
almost
to
his
breast
.
She
slowly
turned
her
head
towards
him
.
He
was
astonished
by
the
extreme
anguish
in
her
eyes
.
There
was
not
a
trace
of
their
usual
expression
.
Julien
felt
his
strength
desert
him
.
So
great
was
the
deadly
pain
of
the
courageous
feat
which
he
was
imposing
on
himself
.
"
Those
eyes
will
soon
express
nothing
but
the
coldest
disdain
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
,
"
if
I
allow
myself
to
be
swept
away
by
the
happiness
of
loving
her
.
"
She
,
however
,
kept
repeatedly
assuring
him
at
this
moment
,
in
a
hushed
voice
,
and
in
words
which
she
had
scarcely
the
strength
to
finish
,
of
all
her
remorse
for
those
steps
which
her
inordinate
pride
had
dictated
.
"
I
,
too
,
have
pride
,
"
said
Julien
to
her
,
in
a
scarcely
articulate
voice
,
while
his
features
portrayed
the
lowest
depths
of
physical
prostration
.
Mathilde
turned
round
sharply
towards
him
.
Hearing
his
voice
was
a
happiness
which
she
had
given
up
hoping
.
At
this
moment
her
only
thought
of
her
haughtiness
was
to
curse
it
.
She
would
have
liked
to
have
found
out
some
abnormal
and
incredible
actions
,
in
order
to
prove
to
him
the
extent
to
which
she
adored
him
and
detested
herself
.
