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One o’Clock in the Morning

           Asoneo’clockstrucktherewasstillalightincomteNorbert’swindows.Julienhadneverbeensofrightenedinhislife,heonlysawthedangersoftheenterpriseandhadnoenthusiasmatall.Hewentandtooktheimmenseladder,waitedfiveminutestogivehertimetotellhimnottogo,andfiveminutesafteroneplacedtheladderagainstMathilde’swindow.Hemountedsoftly,pistolinhand,astonishedatnotbeingattacked.Asheapproachedthewindowitopenednoiselessly.

           "Sothereyouare,monsieur,"saidMathildetohimwithconsiderableemotion."Ihavebeenfollowingyourmovementsforthelasthour."

           Julienwasverymuchembarrassed.Hedidnotknowhowtoconducthimself.Hedidnotfeelatallinlove.Hethoughtinhisembarrassmentthatheoughttobeventuresome.HetriedtokissMathilde.

           "Forshame,"shesaidtohim,pushinghimaway.

           Extremelygladatbeingrebuffed,hehastenedtolookroundhim.ThemoonwassobrilliantthattheshadowswhichitmadeinmademoiselledelaMole’sroomwereblack."It’squitepossibleformentobeconcealedwithoutmyseeingthem,"hethought.

           "Whathaveyougotinyourpocketatthesideofyourcoat?"Mathildesaidtohim,delightedatfindingsomethingtotalkabout.Shewassufferingstrangely;allthosesentimentsofreserveandtimiditywhichweresonaturaltoagirlofgoodbirth,hadreassertedtheirdominionandweretorturingher.

           "Ihaveallkindsofarmsandpistols,"answeredJulienequallygladathavingsomethingtosay.

           "Youmusttaketheladderaway,"saidMathilde.

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