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"
I
will
leave
off
seeing
you
;
I
will
shut
myself
up
in
my
prison
,
"
exclaimed
Julien
,
"
and
you
can
be
quite
certain
that
if
you
do
not
promise
me
to
take
no
step
which
will
make
a
public
exhibition
of
us
both
,
I
will
kill
myself
in
despair
the
day
afterwards
.
This
idea
of
going
to
Paris
is
not
your
own
.
Tell
me
the
name
of
the
intriguing
woman
who
suggested
it
to
you
.
"
Let
us
be
happy
during
the
small
number
of
days
of
this
short
life
.
Let
us
hide
our
existence
;
my
crime
was
only
too
self
-
evident
.
Mademoiselle
de
la
Mole
enjoys
all
possible
influence
at
Paris
.
Take
it
from
me
that
she
has
done
all
that
is
humanly
possible
.
Here
in
the
provinces
I
have
all
the
men
of
wealth
and
prestige
against
me
.
Your
conduct
will
still
further
aggravate
those
rich
and
essentially
moderate
people
to
whom
life
comes
so
easy
.
.
.
.
Let
us
not
give
the
Maslons
,
the
Valenods
,
and
the
thousand
other
people
who
are
worth
more
than
they
,
anything
to
laugh
about
.
"
Julien
came
to
find
the
bad
air
of
the
cell
unbearable
.
Fortunately
,
nature
was
rejoicing
in
a
fine
sunshine
on
the
day
when
they
announced
to
him
that
he
would
have
to
die
,
and
he
was
in
a
courageous
vein
.
He
found
walking
in
the
open
air
as
delicious
a
sensation
as
the
navigator
,
who
has
been
at
sea
for
a
long
time
,
finds
walking
on
the
ground
.
"
Come
on
,
everything
is
going
all
right
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
I
am
not
lacking
in
courage
.
"
His
head
had
never
looked
so
poetical
as
at
that
moment
when
it
was
on
the
point
of
falling
.
The
sweet
minutes
which
he
had
formerly
spent
in
the
woods
of
Vergy
crowded
back
upon
his
mind
with
extreme
force
.
Everything
went
off
simply
,
decorously
,
and
without
any
affectation
on
his
part
.
Two
days
before
he
had
said
to
Fouqué
:
"
I
cannot
guarantee
not
to
show
some
emotion
.
This
dense
,
squalid
cell
gives
me
fits
of
fever
in
which
I
do
not
recognise
myself
,
but
fear
?
—
no
!
I
shall
not
be
seen
to
flinch
.
"
He
had
made
his
arrangements
in
advance
for
Fouqué
to
take
Mathilde
and
madame
de
Rênal
away
on
the
morning
of
his
last
day
.
"
Drive
them
away
in
the
same
carriage
,
"
he
had
said
.
"
Do
you
see
that
the
post
-
horses
do
not
leave
off
galloping
.
They
will
either
fall
into
each
other
’
s
arms
,
or
manifest
towards
each
other
a
mortal
hatred
.
In
either
case
the
poor
women
will
have
something
to
distract
them
a
little
from
their
awful
grief
.
"
Julien
had
made
madame
de
Rênal
swear
that
she
would
live
to
look
after
Mathilde
’
s
son
.
