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A Girl’s Thoughts

           

           "WhatpassiontherewasintheeyesofthatpoormadamedeRênal,"saidJulientohimself,"whensheventuredtoreceivealetterfromme,evenaftersixmonthsofintimaterelationship!Idon’tthinksheeverlookedatmewithsmilingeyesinherwholelife."

           Hedidnotformulatesopreciselytherestofhisanswer;washeperhapsashamedofthetrivialityofthemotivewhichwereactuatinghim?

           "Buthowdifferenttoo,"hewentontothink,"areherelegantmorningdressandherdistinguishedappearance!AmanoftasteonseeingmademoiselledelaMolethirtyyardsoffwouldinferthepositionwhichsheoccupiesinsociety.Thatiswhatcanbecalledaspecificmerit."

           Inspiteofallthishumorousness,Julienwasnotyetquitehonestwithhimself;madamedeRênalhadnomarquisdeCroisenoistosacrificetohim.Hisonlyrivalwasthatgrotesquesub-prefect,M.Charcot,whoassumedthenameofMaugiron,becausetherewerenoMaugironsleftinFrance.

           Atfiveo’clockJulienreceivedathirdletter.Itwasthrowntohimfromthelibrarydoor.MademoiselledelaMoleranawayagain."Whatamaniaforwriting,"hesaidtohimselfwithalaugh,"whenonecantalksoeasily.Theenemywantsmyletters,thatisclear,andmanyofthem."Hedidnothurrytoopenthisone."Moreelegantphrases,"hethought;buthepaledashereadit.Therewereonlyeightlines.

           "Ineedtospeaktoyou;Imustspeaktoyouthisevening.Beinthegardenatthemomentwhenoneo’clockisstriking.Takethebiggardeners’laddernearthewell;placeitagainstmywindow,andclimbuptomyroom.Itismoonlight;nevermind."

           

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