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She
kissed
the
children
,
embracing
the
youngest
twice
.
Julien
remained
motionless
.
She
left
him
at
a
rapid
pace
without
looking
at
him
.
From
the
moment
that
M
.
de
Rênal
had
opened
the
anonymous
letter
his
life
had
been
awful
.
He
had
not
been
so
agitated
since
a
duel
which
he
had
just
missed
having
in
1816
,
and
to
do
him
justice
,
the
prospect
of
receiving
a
bullet
would
have
made
him
less
unhappy
.
He
scrutinised
the
letter
from
every
standpoint
.
"
Is
that
not
a
woman
’
s
handwriting
?
"
he
said
to
himself
.
In
that
case
,
what
woman
had
written
it
?
He
reviewed
all
those
whom
he
knew
at
Verrières
without
being
able
to
fix
his
suspicions
on
any
one
.
Could
a
man
have
dictated
that
letter
?
Who
was
that
man
?
Equal
uncertainty
on
this
point
.
The
majority
of
his
acquaintances
were
jealous
of
him
,
and
,
no
doubt
,
hated
him
.
"
I
must
consult
my
wife
,
"
he
said
to
himself
through
habit
,
as
he
got
up
from
the
arm
-
chair
in
which
he
had
collapsed
.
"
Great
God
!
"
he
said
aloud
before
he
got
up
,
striking
his
head
,
"
it
is
she
above
all
of
whom
I
must
be
distrustful
.
At
the
present
moment
she
is
my
enemy
,
"
and
tears
came
into
his
eyes
through
sheer
anger
.
By
a
poetic
justice
for
that
hardness
of
heart
which
constitutes
the
provincial
idea
of
shrewdness
,
the
two
men
whom
M
.
de
Rênal
feared
the
most
at
the
present
moment
were
his
two
most
intimate
friends
.
"
I
have
ten
friends
perhaps
after
those
,
"
and
he
passed
them
in
review
,
gauging
the
degree
of
consolation
which
he
could
get
from
each
one
.
"
All
of
them
,
all
of
them
,
"
he
exclaimed
in
a
rage
,
"
will
derive
the
most
supreme
pleasure
from
my
awful
experience
.
"
As
luck
would
have
it
,
he
thought
himself
envied
,
and
not
without
reason
.
Apart
from
his
superb
town
mansion
in
which
the
king
of
—
—
had
recently
spent
the
night
,
and
thus
conferred
on
it
an
enduring
honour
,
he
had
decorated
his
chateau
at
Vergy
extremely
well
.
The
façade
was
painted
white
and
the
windows
adorned
with
fine
green
shutters
.
He
was
consoled
for
a
moment
by
the
thought
of
this
magnificence
.
The
fact
was
that
this
château
was
seen
from
three
or
four
leagues
off
,
to
the
great
prejudice
of
all
the
country
houses
or
so
-
called
châteaux
of
the
neighbourhood
,
which
had
been
left
in
the
humble
grey
colour
given
them
by
time
.
There
was
one
of
his
friends
on
whose
pity
and
whose
tears
M
.
de
Rênal
could
count
,
the
churchwarden
of
the
parish
;
but
he
was
an
idiot
who
cried
at
everything
.
This
man
,
however
,
was
his
only
resource
.
"
What
unhappiness
is
comparable
to
mine
,
"
he
exclaimed
with
rage
.
"
What
isolation
!
"
"
Is
it
possible
?
"
said
this
truly
pitiable
man
to
himself
.
"
Is
it
possible
that
I
have
no
friend
in
my
misfortune
of
whom
I
can
ask
advice
?
for
my
mind
is
wandering
,
I
feel
it
.
Oh
,
Falcoz
!
oh
,
Ducros
!
"
he
exclaimed
with
bitterness
.
Those
were
the
names
of
two
friends
of
his
childhood
whom
he
had
dropped
owing
to
his
snobbery
in
1814
.
They
were
not
noble
,
and
he
had
wished
to
change
the
footing
of
equality
on
which
they
had
been
living
with
him
since
their
childhood
.
