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He
found
her
sitting
on
the
divan
pale
and
calm
,
but
apparently
completely
incapable
of
making
a
single
movement
.
She
held
out
her
hand
,
"
Dear
one
,
it
is
true
I
have
offended
you
,
perhaps
you
are
angry
with
me
.
"
Julien
had
not
been
expecting
this
simple
tone
.
He
was
on
the
point
of
betraying
himself
.
"
You
want
guarantees
,
my
dear
,
she
added
after
a
silence
which
she
had
hoped
would
be
broken
.
Take
me
away
,
let
us
leave
for
London
.
I
shall
be
ruined
,
dishonoured
for
ever
.
"
She
had
the
courage
to
take
her
hand
away
from
Julien
to
cover
her
eyes
with
it
.
All
her
feelings
of
reserve
and
feminine
virtue
had
come
back
into
her
soul
.
"
Well
,
dishonour
me
,
"
she
said
at
last
with
a
sigh
,
"
that
will
be
a
guarantee
.
"
"
I
was
happy
yesterday
,
because
I
had
the
courage
to
be
severe
with
myself
,
"
thought
Julien
.
After
a
short
silence
he
had
sufficient
control
over
his
heart
to
say
in
an
icy
tone
,
"
Once
we
are
on
the
road
to
London
,
once
you
are
dishonoured
,
to
employ
your
own
expression
,
who
will
answer
that
you
will
still
love
me
?
that
my
very
presence
in
the
post
-
chaise
will
not
seem
importunate
?
I
am
not
a
monster
;
to
have
ruined
your
reputation
will
only
make
me
still
more
unhappy
.
It
is
not
your
position
in
society
which
is
the
obstacle
,
it
is
unfortunately
your
own
character
.
Can
you
yourself
guarantee
that
you
will
love
me
for
eight
days
?
"
"
Ah
!
let
her
love
me
for
eight
days
,
just
eight
days
,
"
whispered
Julien
to
himself
,
"
and
I
will
die
of
happiness
.
What
do
I
care
for
the
future
,
what
do
I
care
for
life
?
And
yet
if
I
wish
that
divine
happiness
can
commence
this
very
minute
,
it
only
depends
on
me
.
"
Mathilde
saw
that
he
was
pensive
.
