Червоне та чорне

A Procession

           

           MadameDervilleturnedroundandrecognisedhim.

           "Away,monsieur,away!"shesaidtohim,inatoneofthemostlivelyanger."Aboveall,donotletherseeyouagain.Thesightofyouwouldbesuretohorrifyher.Shewassohappybeforeyoucame.Yourconductisatrocious.Flee!Takeyourselfoffifyouhaveanyshameleft."

           Thesewordswerespokenwithsomuchauthority,andJulienfeltsoweak,thathedidtakehimselfoff."Shealwayshatedme,"hesaidtohimself,thinkingofMadameDerville.Atthesamemomentthenasalchantingofthefirstpriestsintheprocessionwhichwasnowcomingbackresoundedinthechurch.TheabbéChas-BernardcalledJulien,whoatfirstdidnothearhim,severaltimes.HecameatlastandtookhisarmbehindapillarwhereJulienhadtakenrefugemoredeadthanalive.HewantedtopresenthimtotheBishop.

           "Areyoufeelingwell,mychild?"saidtheabbétohim,seeinghimsopale,andalmostincapableofwalking."Youhaveworkedtoomuch."Theabbégavehimhisarm."Come,sitdownbehindmehere,onthelittleseatofthedispenserofholywater;Iwillhideyou."

           Theywerenowbesidethemaindoor.

           "Calmyourself.WehavestillagoodtwentyminutesbeforeMonseigneurappears.Tryandpullyourselftogether.Iwillliftyouupwhenhepasses,forinspiteofmyage,Iamstrongandvigorous."

           JulienwastremblingsoviolentlywhentheBishoppassed,thattheabbéChasgaveuptheideaofpresentinghim.

           "Donottakeittoomuchtoheart,"hesaid."Iwillfindanotheropportunity"

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