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One
might
have
thought
that
the
marquise
was
nursing
Julien
’
s
happiness
for
him
;
no
longer
fearing
to
lose
everything
through
his
excessive
emotion
,
he
madly
abandoned
himself
to
his
happiness
.
Shall
I
dare
to
say
that
when
he
went
back
to
his
room
Julien
fell
on
his
knees
and
covered
with
kisses
the
love
letters
which
prince
Korasoff
had
given
him
.
"
How
much
I
owe
you
,
great
man
,
"
he
exclaimed
in
his
madness
.
Little
by
little
he
regained
his
self
-
possession
.
He
compared
himself
to
a
general
who
had
just
won
a
great
battle
.
"
My
advantage
is
definite
and
immense
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
but
what
will
happen
to
-
morrow
?
One
instant
may
ruin
everything
.
"
With
a
passionate
gesture
he
opened
the
Memoirs
which
Napoleon
had
dictated
at
St
.
Helena
and
for
two
long
hours
forced
himself
to
read
them
.
Only
his
eyes
read
;
no
matter
,
he
made
himself
do
it
.
During
this
singular
reading
his
head
and
his
heart
rose
to
the
most
exalted
level
and
worked
unconsciously
.
"
Her
heart
is
very
different
from
madame
de
Rênal
’
s
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
but
he
did
not
go
further
.
"
Frighten
her
!
"
he
suddenly
exclaimed
,
hurling
away
the
book
.
"
The
enemy
will
only
obey
me
in
so
far
as
I
frighten
him
,
but
then
he
will
not
dare
to
show
contempt
for
me
.
"
Intoxicated
with
joy
he
walked
up
and
down
his
little
room
.
In
point
of
fact
his
happiness
was
based
rather
on
pride
than
on
love
.
"
Frighten
her
!
"
he
repeated
proudly
,
and
he
had
cause
to
be
proud
.
"
Madame
de
Rênal
always
doubted
even
in
her
happiest
moments
if
my
love
was
equal
to
her
own
.
In
this
case
I
have
to
subjugate
a
demon
,
consequently
I
must
subjugate
her
.
"
He
knew
quite
well
that
Mathilde
would
be
in
the
library
at
eight
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
of
the
following
day
.
He
did
not
appear
before
nine
o
’
clock
.
He
was
burning
with
love
,
but
his
head
dominated
his
heart
.
Scarcely
a
single
minute
passed
without
his
repeating
to
himself
.
"
Keep
her
obsessed
by
this
great
doubt
.
Does
he
love
me
?
"
Her
own
brilliant
position
,
together
with
the
flattery
of
all
who
speak
to
her
,
tend
a
little
too
much
to
make
her
reassure
herself
.
