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Chapter 13

           Thensheunfoldedhernapkinasiftoexaminethedarns,andshereallythoughtofapplyingherselftothiswork,countingthethreadsinthelinen.Suddenlytheremembranceoftheletterreturnedtoher.Howhadshelostit?Wherecouldshefindit?Butshefeltsuchwearinessofspiritthatshecouldnoteveninventapretextforleavingthetable.Thenshebecameacoward;shewasafraidofCharles;heknewall,thatwascertain!Indeedhepronouncedthesewordsinastrangemanner:

           "WearenotlikelytoseeMonsieurRodolphesoonagain,itseems."

           "Whotoldyou?"shesaid,shuddering.

           "Whotoldme!"hereplied,ratherastonishedatherabrupttone."Why,Girard,whomImetjustnowatthedooroftheCafeFrancais.Hehasgoneonajourney,oristogo."

           Shegaveasob.

           "Whatsurprisesyouinthat?Heabsentshimselflikethatfromtimetotimeforachange,and,mafoi,Ithinkhe’sright,whenonehasafortuneandisabachelor.Besides,hehasjollytimes,hasourfriend.He’sabitofarake.MonsieurLangloistoldme"

           Hestoppedforpropriety’ssakebecausetheservantcamein.Sheputbackintothebaskettheapricotsscatteredonthesideboard.Charles,withoutnoticinghiswife’scolour,hadthembroughttohim,tookone,andbitintoit.

           "Ah!perfect!"saidhe;"justtaste!"

           Andhehandedherthebasket,whichsheputawayfromhergently.

           "Dojustsmell!Whatanodour!"heremarked,passingitunderhernoseseveraltimes.

           "Iamchoking,"shecried,leapingup.

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