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"
I
must
have
that
box
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
as
she
doubled
her
pace
.
She
heard
her
husband
speaking
to
the
valet
in
Julien
’
s
very
room
.
Happily
,
they
passed
into
the
children
’
s
room
.
She
lifted
up
the
mattress
,
and
plunged
her
hand
into
the
stuffing
so
violently
that
she
bruised
her
fingers
.
But
,
though
she
was
very
sensitive
to
slight
pain
of
this
kind
,
she
was
not
conscious
of
it
now
,
for
she
felt
almost
simultaneously
the
smooth
surface
of
the
cardboard
box
.
She
seized
it
and
disappeared
.
She
had
scarcely
recovered
from
the
fear
of
being
surprised
by
her
husband
than
the
horror
with
which
this
box
inspired
her
came
within
an
ace
of
positively
making
her
feel
ill
.
"
So
Julien
is
in
love
,
and
I
hold
here
the
portrait
of
the
woman
whom
he
loves
!
"
Seated
on
the
chair
in
the
ante
-
chamber
of
his
apartment
,
Madame
de
Rênal
fell
a
prey
to
all
the
horrors
of
jealousy
.
Her
extreme
ignorance
,
moreover
,
was
useful
to
her
at
this
juncture
;
her
astonishment
mitigated
her
grief
.
Julien
seized
the
box
without
thanking
her
or
saying
a
single
word
,
and
ran
into
his
room
,
where
he
lit
a
fire
and
immediately
burnt
it
.
He
was
pale
and
in
a
state
of
collapse
.
He
exaggerated
the
extent
of
the
danger
which
he
had
undergone
.
"
Finding
Napoleon
’
s
portrait
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
in
the
possession
of
a
man
who
professes
so
great
a
hate
for
the
usurper
!
Found
,
too
,
by
M
.
de
Rênal
,
who
is
so
great
an
ultra
,
and
is
now
in
a
state
of
irritation
,
and
,
to
complete
my
imprudence
,
lines
written
in
my
own
handwriting
on
the
white
cardboard
behind
the
portrait
,
lines
,
too
,
which
can
leave
no
doubt
on
the
score
of
my
excessive
admiration
.
And
each
of
these
transports
of
love
is
dated
.
There
was
one
the
day
before
yesterday
.
"
"
All
my
reputation
collapsed
and
shattered
in
a
moment
,
"
said
Julien
to
himself
as
he
watched
the
box
burn
,
"
and
my
reputation
is
my
only
asset
.
It
is
all
I
have
to
live
by
—
and
what
a
life
to
,
by
heaven
!
"
An
hour
afterwards
,
this
fatigue
,
together
with
the
pity
which
he
felt
for
himself
made
him
inclined
to
be
more
tender
.
He
met
Madame
de
Rênal
and
took
her
hand
,
which
he
kissed
with
more
sincerity
than
he
had
ever
done
before
.
She
blushed
with
happiness
and
almost
simultaneously
rebuffed
Julien
with
all
the
anger
of
jealousy
.
Julien
’
s
pride
which
had
been
so
recently
wounded
made
him
act
foolishly
at
this
juncture
.
He
saw
in
Madame
de
Rênal
nothing
but
a
rich
woman
,
he
disdainfully
let
her
hand
fall
and
went
away
.
He
went
and
walked
about
meditatively
in
the
garden
.
Soon
a
bitter
smile
appeared
on
his
lips
.
"
Here
I
am
walking
about
as
serenely
as
a
man
who
is
master
of
his
own
time
.
I
am
not
bothering
about
the
children
!
I
am
exposing
myself
to
M
.
de
Rênal
’
s
humiliating
remarks
,
and
he
will
be
quite
right
.
"
He
ran
to
the
children
’
s
room
.
The
caresses
of
the
youngest
child
,
whom
he
loved
very
much
,
somewhat
calmed
his
agony
.
