Красное и черное

The Seminary

           Heheardtheterriblemansayingtotheporter,

           "Hehashadanepilepticfitapparently,andthisisthefinishingtouch."

           WhenJulienwasabletoopenhiseyes,themanwiththeredfacewasgoingonwithhiswriting.Theporterhaddisappeared."Imusthavecourage,"saidourherotohimself,"andaboveall,hidewhatIfeel."Hefeltviolentlysick."Ifanythinghappenstome,Godknowswhattheywillthinkofme."

           FinallythemanstoppedwritingandlookedsidewaysatJulien.

           "Areyouinafitstatetoanswerme?"

           "Yes,sir,"saidJulieninanenfeebledvoice.

           "Ah,that’sfortunate."

           Themaninblackhadhalfgotup,andwaslookingimpatientlyforaletterinthedrawerofhispinewoodtable,whichopenedwithagrind.Hefoundit,satdownslowly,andlookingagainatJulieninamannercalculatedtosuckoutofhimthelittlelifewhichhestillpossessed,said,

           "YouhavebeenrecommendedtomebyM.Chélan.Hewasthebestcuréinthediocese;hewasanuprightmanifthereeverwasone,andmyfriendforthirtyyears."

           "Oh.It’stoM.PirardthenthatIhavethehonourofspeaking?"saidJulieninadyingvoice.

           "Apparently,"repliedthedirectoroftheseminary,ashelookedathimdisagreeably.

           Theglitterofhislittleeyesdoubledandwasfollowedbyaninvoluntarymovementofthemusclesofthecornerofthemouth.Itwasthephysiognomyofthetigersavouringinadvancethepleasureofdevouringitsprey.

           "Chélan’sletterisshort,"hesaid,asthoughspeakingtohimself."Intelligentipauca.Inthepresenttimeitisimpossibletowritetoolittle.

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