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Is it a Plot?

           "Hedrewhispistolsoutofhispocket,andalthoughtheprimingwasshining,herenewedit.

           Therewasstillseveralhourstowait.JulienwrotetoFouquéinordertohavesomethingtodo."Myfriend,donotopentheenclosedletterexceptintheeventofanaccident,ifyouhearthatsomethingstrangehashappenedtome.InthatcaseblotoutthepropernamesinthemanuscriptwhichIamsendingyou,makeeightcopiesofit,andsendittothepapersofMarseilles,Bordeaux,Lyons,Brussels,etc.Tendayslaterhavethemanuscriptprinted,sendthefirstcopytoM.themarquisdelaMole,andafortnightafterthatthrowtheothercopiesatnightintothestreetsofVerrières."

           JulienmadethislittlememoirindefenceofhispositionaslittlecompromisingaspossibleformademoiselledelaMole.Fouquéwasonlytoopenitintheeventofanaccident.Itwasputintheformofastory,butinfactitexactlydescribedhissituation.

           Julienhadjustfastenedhispacketwhenthedinnerbellrang.Itmadehisheartbeat.Hisimaginationwasdistractedbythestorywhichhehadjustcomposed,andfellapreytotragicpresentiments.Hesawhimselfseizedbyservants,trussed,andtakenintoacellarwithagaginhismouth.Aservantwasstationedthere,whoneverlethimoutofsight,andifthefamilyhonourrequiredthattheadventureshouldhaveatragicend,itwaseasytofinisheverythingwiththosepoisonswhichleavenotrace.Theycouldthensaythathehaddiedofanillnessandwouldcarryhisdeadbodybackintohisroom.

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