Червоне та чорне

One o’Clock in the Morning

           

           Inpointoffact,theseecstasieswerealittleartificial.Passionatelovewasstillmorethemodelwhichtheyimitatedthanarealactuality.

           MademoiselledelaMolethoughtshewasfulfillingadutytowardsherselfandtowardsherlover."Thepoorboy,"shesaidtoherself,"hasshewnaconsummatebravery.HedeservestobehappyoritisreallyIwhowillbeshewingalackofcharacter."Butshewouldhavebeengladtohaveredeemedthecruelnecessityinwhichshefoundherselfevenatthepriceofaneternityofunhappiness.

           Inspiteoftheawfulviolenceshewasdoingtoherselfshewascompletelymistressofherwords.

           NoregretandnoreproachspoiledthatnightwhichJulienfoundextraordinaryratherthanhappy.Greatheavens!whatadifferencetohislasttwenty-fourhours’stayinVerrières.ThesefineParismannersmanagetospoileverything,evenlove,hesaidtohimself,quiteunjustly.

           Heabandonedhimselftothesereflectionsashestooduprightinoneofthegreatmahoganycupboardsintowhichhehadbeenputatthesignofthefirstsoundsofmovementintheneighbouringapartment,whichwasmadamedelaMole’s.Mathildefollowedhermothertomass,theservantssoonlefttheapartmentandJulieneasilyescapedbeforetheycamebacktofinishtheirwork.

           HemountedahorseandtriedtofindthemostsolitaryspotsinoneoftheforestsnearParis.Hewasmoreastonishedthanhappy

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