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A Plot

           Hehadlockedhimselfinhisroom,buthefoundittoonarrowtobreathein.

           "Tothinkofitbeingme,thepoorpeasantfromtheJura,"hekeptonrepeatingtohimself,"tothinkofitbeingmewhoameternallycondemnedtowearthisgloomyblacksuit!AlastwentyyearsagoIwouldhavewornauniformliketheydo!Inthosedaysamanlikemeeithergotkilledorbecameageneralatthirty-six.Theletterwhichheheldclenchedinhishandgavehimaheroicposeandstature.Nowadays,itistrue,ifonestickstothisblacksuit,onegetsatfortyanincomeofahundredthousandfrancsandtheblueribbonlikemylordbishopofBeauvais.

           "Well,"hesaidtohimselfwithaMephistopheliansmile,"Ihavemorebrainsthanthey.Iamshrewdenoughtochoosetheuniformofmycentury.Andhefeltaquickeningofhisambitionandofhisattachmenttohisecclesiasticaldress.Whatcardinalsofevenlowerbirththanminehavenotsucceededingoverning!MycompatriotGranvelle,forinstance."

           Julien’sagitationbecamegraduallycalmed!Prudenceemergedtothetop.HesaidtohimselflikehismasterTartuffewhosepartheknewbyheart:

           Jepuiscroirecesmots,unartificehonnête.

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           Jenemefiraipointàdespropossidoux,

           Qu’unpeudesesfaveursaprèsquoijesoupire

           Neviennem’assurertoutcequ’ilsm’ontpudire.

           Tartuffe,activ.Scenev.

           "Tartuffe,too,wasruinedbyawoman,andhewasasgoodasmostmen....Myanswermaybeshown....andthewayoutofthatisthis,"headdedpronouncinghiswordsslowlywithanintonationofdeliberateandrestrainedferocity.

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