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From: | Willy Dawson |
Subject: | [Javaweb-submit] arbitrarily Senator |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 15:35:19 -0500 |
Hisunspoken retort was always: What monsters! Here
I am with a salary of fifty francs a month; M.
You must admitthat gentlemen are very hard. The
sudden entry of this man was the last straw to Julien. You forget the political
pamphlets, added M.
Juliens eye followedmechanically the bird of
prey.
An adjoining field, plantedwith apple trees,
allowed the family to take the air.
No pleasure isleft, save in reading and
agriculture.
The rude words of the morning still rang in Juliens
ears.
Madame Derville laughed heartily at what she called
her cousinsabsurd ideas.
It was the destiny of Napoleon, was it one day to
be his own?
I have my man hooked, he said to himself.
Everything that they did this eveningseemed strange to Julien. It is doubtless to
suchmoments of humiliation that we owe men like Robespierre.
Madame de Renal spent a long and happy day with
Julieusupervising the labourers.
And each of those transports of love
isdated!
He himself thinks only about his business. If you
think ofpaying court to the men in power, your eternal ruin is assured. And lines
that can leave no doubt as tothe warmth of my admiration! Juliens anger increasing
as he spoke:I can live without you, Sir, he concluded. If by mischance he forced
himself to speak, he foundhimself saying the most ridiculous things.
You must admitthat gentlemen are very hard. She
wasdeceived, but quite unawares, and at the same time a virtuous instincthad taken
alarm.
She was in a state of profound
astonishment.
For she had sent to Besancon for the handsome work
on thesubject by M.
All my reputation brought down, destroyed in a
moment!
Shall I tremble like this and feel as uncomfortable
the first time Ihave to fight a duel?
Juliens pride, so recentlywounded, made a fool of
him at that moment.
Take the gardeners horse to go to
Verrieres.
Midnight had long since struck; at length it was
time to leave thegarden: the party broke up.
She could hear her husband talking to the valet,
actually in Juliensroom. And so, she said, as she left him, it is a little round
box, ofblack pasteboard, and very shiny. Julien looked at her coldly with eyes in
which the loftiest contemptwas portrayed.
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