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During
that
rapid
journey
he
was
unable
to
write
to
Mathilde
as
he
had
intended
.
His
hand
could
only
form
illegible
characters
on
the
paper
.
He
arrived
at
Verrières
on
a
Sunday
morning
.
He
entered
the
shop
of
the
local
gunsmith
,
who
overwhelmed
him
with
congratulations
on
his
recent
good
fortune
.
It
constituted
the
news
of
the
locality
.
Julien
had
much
difficulty
in
making
him
understand
that
he
wanted
a
pair
of
pistols
.
At
his
request
the
gunsmith
loaded
the
pistols
.
The
three
peals
sounded
;
it
is
a
well
-
known
signal
in
the
villages
of
France
,
and
after
the
various
ringings
in
the
morning
announces
the
immediate
commencement
of
Mass
.
Julien
entered
the
new
church
of
Verrières
.
All
the
lofty
windows
of
the
building
were
veiled
with
crimson
curtains
.
Julien
found
himself
some
spaces
behind
the
pew
of
madame
de
Rênal
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
she
was
praying
fervently
The
sight
of
the
woman
whom
he
had
loved
so
much
made
Julien
’
s
arm
tremble
so
violently
that
he
was
at
first
unable
to
execute
his
project
.
"
I
cannot
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
It
is
a
physical
impossibility
.
"
At
that
moment
the
young
priest
,
who
was
officiating
at
the
Mass
,
rang
the
bell
for
the
elevation
of
the
host
.
Madame
de
Rênal
lowered
her
head
,
which
,
for
a
moment
became
entirely
hidden
by
the
folds
of
her
shawl
.
Julien
did
not
see
her
features
so
distinctly
:
he
aimed
a
pistol
shot
at
her
,
and
missed
her
:
he
aimed
a
second
shot
,
she
fell
.
Do
not
expect
any
weakness
on
my
part
.
I
have
avenged
myself
.
I
have
deserved
death
,
and
here
I
am
.
Pray
for
my
soul
.
—
Schiller
Julien
remained
motionless
.
He
saw
nothing
more
.
When
he
recovered
himself
a
little
he
noticed
all
the
faithful
rushing
from
the
church
.
The
priest
had
left
the
altar
.
Julien
started
fairly
slowly
to
follow
some
women
who
were
going
away
with
loud
screams
.
A
woman
who
was
trying
to
get
away
more
quickly
than
the
others
,
pushed
him
roughly
.
He
fell
.
His
feet
got
entangled
with
a
chair
,
knocked
over
by
the
crowd
;
when
he
got
up
,
he
felt
his
neck
gripped
.
A
gendarme
,
in
full
uniform
,
was
arresting
him
.
Julien
tried
mechanically
to
have
recourse
to
his
little
pistol
;
but
a
second
gendarme
pinioned
his
arms
.
He
was
taken
to
the
prison
.
They
went
into
a
room
where
irons
were
put
on
his
hands
.
He
was
left
alone
.
The
door
was
doubly
locked
on
him
.
All
this
was
done
very
quickly
,
and
he
scarcely
appreciated
it
at
all
.
"
Yes
,
upon
my
word
,
all
is
over
,
"
he
said
aloud
as
he
recovered
himself
.
"
Yes
,
the
guillotine
in
a
fortnight
.
.
.
or
killing
myself
here
.
"
