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The
spasmodic
movement
which
she
had
just
made
had
slightly
displaced
her
tippet
;
Julien
caught
a
view
of
her
charming
shoulders
.
Her
slightly
dishevelled
hair
recalled
a
delicious
memory
.
.
.
.
He
was
on
the
point
of
succumbing
.
"
One
imprudent
word
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
and
I
have
to
start
all
over
again
that
long
series
of
days
which
I
have
passed
in
despair
.
Madame
de
Rênal
used
to
find
reasons
for
doing
what
her
heart
dictated
.
This
young
girl
of
high
society
never
allows
her
heart
to
be
moved
except
when
she
has
proved
to
herself
by
sound
logic
that
it
ought
to
be
moved
.
"
He
saw
this
proof
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
,
and
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
too
,
he
regained
his
courage
.
He
took
away
his
hands
which
Mathilde
was
pressing
in
her
own
,
and
moved
a
little
away
from
her
with
a
marked
respect
.
Human
courage
could
not
go
further
.
He
then
busied
himself
with
putting
together
madame
de
Fervaque
’
s
letters
which
were
spread
out
on
the
divan
,
and
it
was
with
all
the
appearance
of
extreme
politeness
that
he
cruelly
exploited
the
psychological
moment
by
adding
,
"
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
will
allow
me
to
reflect
over
all
this
.
"
He
went
rapidly
away
and
left
the
library
;
she
heard
him
shut
all
the
doors
one
after
the
other
.
"
The
monster
is
not
the
least
bit
troubled
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
"
But
what
am
I
saying
?
Monster
?
He
is
wise
,
prudent
,
good
.
It
is
I
myself
who
have
committed
more
wrong
than
one
can
imagine
.
"
This
point
of
view
lasted
.
Mathilde
was
almost
happy
today
,
for
she
gave
herself
up
to
love
unreservedly
.
One
would
have
said
that
this
soul
had
never
been
disturbed
by
pride
(
and
what
pride
!
)
She
shuddered
with
horror
when
a
lackey
announced
madame
le
Fervaques
into
the
salon
in
the
evening
.
The
man
’
s
voice
struck
her
as
sinister
.
She
could
not
endure
the
sight
of
the
maréchale
,
and
stopped
suddenly
.
Julien
who
had
felt
little
pride
over
his
painful
victory
,
had
feared
to
face
her
,
and
had
not
dined
at
the
Hôtel
de
la
Mole
.
His
love
and
his
happiness
rapidly
increased
in
proportion
to
the
time
that
elapsed
from
the
moment
of
the
battle
.
He
was
blaming
himself
already
.
"
How
could
I
resist
her
?
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
Suppose
she
were
to
go
and
leave
off
loving
me
!
One
single
moment
may
change
that
haughty
soul
,
and
I
must
admit
that
I
have
treated
her
awfully
.
"
