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"
That
pride
is
probably
the
reason
,
"
continued
Julien
,
"
why
you
singled
me
out
for
a
moment
.
My
present
courageous
and
manly
firmness
is
certainly
the
reason
why
you
respect
me
.
I
may
entertain
love
for
the
maréchale
.
"
Mathilde
shuddered
;
a
strange
expression
came
into
her
eyes
.
She
was
going
to
hear
her
sentence
pronounced
.
This
shudder
did
not
escape
Julien
.
He
felt
his
courage
weaken
.
"
Ah
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
as
he
listened
to
the
sound
of
the
vain
words
which
his
mouth
was
articulating
,
as
he
thought
it
were
some
strange
sound
,
"
if
I
could
only
cover
those
pale
cheeks
with
kisses
without
your
feeling
it
.
"
"
I
may
entertain
love
for
the
maréchale
,
"
he
continued
,
while
his
voice
became
weaker
and
weaker
,
"
but
I
certainly
have
no
definite
proof
of
her
interest
in
me
.
"
Mathilde
looked
at
him
.
He
supported
that
look
.
He
hoped
,
at
any
rate
,
that
his
expression
had
not
betrayed
him
.
He
felt
himself
bathed
in
a
love
that
penetrated
even
into
the
most
secret
recesses
of
his
heart
.
He
had
never
adored
her
so
much
;
he
was
almost
as
mad
as
Mathilde
.
If
she
had
mustered
sufficient
self
-
possession
and
courage
to
manœuvre
,
he
would
have
abandoned
all
his
play
-
acting
,
and
fallen
at
her
feet
.
He
had
sufficient
strength
to
manage
to
continue
speaking
:
"
Ah
,
Korasoff
,
"
he
exclaimed
mentally
,
"
why
are
you
not
here
?
How
I
need
a
word
from
you
to
guide
me
in
my
conduct
.
"
During
this
time
his
voice
was
saying
,
"
In
default
of
any
other
sentiment
,
gratitude
would
be
sufficient
to
attach
me
to
the
maréchale
.
She
has
been
indulgent
to
me
;
she
has
consoled
me
when
I
have
been
despised
.
I
cannot
put
unlimited
faith
in
certain
appearances
which
are
,
no
doubt
,
extremely
flattering
,
but
possibly
very
fleeting
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
exclaimed
Mathilde
.
"
Well
,
what
guarantee
will
you
give
me
?
"
replied
Julien
with
a
sharp
,
firm
intonation
,
which
seemed
to
abandon
for
a
moment
the
prudent
forms
of
diplomacy
.
"
What
guarantee
,
what
god
will
warrant
that
the
position
to
which
you
seem
inclined
to
restore
me
at
the
present
moment
will
last
more
than
two
days
?
"
"
The
excess
of
my
love
,
and
my
unhappiness
if
you
do
not
love
me
,
"
she
said
to
him
,
taking
his
hands
and
turning
towards
him
.
