Червоне та чорне

Is it a Plot?

           "

           Juliencopiedoutthetwolast,hidtheminafinevolumeofVoltaireinthelibraryandhimselftooktheoriginalstothepost.

           "WhatfollyamIgoingtorushinto,"hesaidtohimselfwithsurpriseandterrorwhenhereturned.Hehadbeenaquarterofanhourwithoutcontemplatingwhathewastodoonthiscomingnight.

           "ButifIrefuse,Iamboundtodespisemyselfafterwards.Thismatterwillalwaysoccasionmegreatdoubtduringmywholelife,andtoamanlikemesuchdoubtsarethemostpoignantunhappiness.DidInotfeellikethatforAmanda’slover!IthinkIwouldfinditeasiertoforgivemyselfforaperfectlyclearcrime;onceadmitted,Icouldleaveoffthinkingofit.

           "Why!IshallhavebeentherivalofamanwhobearsoneofthefinestnamesinFrance,andthenoutofpurelight-heartedness,declaredmyselfhisinferior!Afterall,itiscowardlynottogo;thesewordsclincheverything,"exclaimedJulienashegotup..."besidessheisquitepretty."

           "Ifthisisnotapieceoftreachery,whatafollyisshenotcommittingformysake.Ifit’sapieceofmystification,byheaven,gentlemen,itonlydependsonmetoturnthejestintoearnestandthatIwilldo.

           "ButsupposingtheytiemyhandstogetheratthemomentIentertheroom:theymayhaveplacedsomeingeniousmachinethere.

           "It’slikeaduel,"hesaidtohimselfwithalaugh."Everyonemakesafullparade,saysmymaîtred’armes,butthegoodGod,whowishesthethingtoend,makesoneofthemforgettoparry.Besides,here’ssomethingtoanswerthemwith.

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