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An Old Sword

           

           "But,"hesaidtohimselfatothermoments,"Imustadmitthatthereisnotraceofnaivety,simplicity,ortendernessinherowndemeanour;Ihaveneverseenhermorehaughty,canshedespiseme?Itwouldbeworthyofhertoreproachherselfsimplybecauseofmylowbirth,forwhatshehasdoneforme."

           WhileJulien,fullofthosepreconceivedideaswhichhehadfoundinbooksandinhismemoriesofVerrières,waschasingthephantomofatendermistress,whofromtheminutewhenshehasmadeherloverhappynolongerthinksofherownexistence,Mathilde’svanitywasinfuriatedagainsthim.

           Asforthelasttwomonthsshehadnolongerbeenbored,shewasnotfrightenedofboredom;consequently,withoutbeingabletohavetheslightestsuspicionofit,Julienhadlosthisgreatestadvantage.

           "Ihavegivenmyselfamaster,"saidmademoiselledelaMoletoherself,apreytotheblackestsorrow."Luckilyheishonouritself,butifIoffendhisvanity,hewillrevengehimselfbymakingknownthenatureofourrelations."Mathildehadneverhadalover,andthoughpassingthroughastageoflifewhichaffordssometenderillusionseventothecoldestsouls,shefellapreytothemostbitterreflections.

           "Hehasanimmensedominionovermesincehisreignisoneofterror,andheiscapable,ifIprovokehim,ofpunishingmewithanawfulpenalty."ThisideaalonewasenoughtoinducemademoiselledelaMoletoinsulthim.Couragewastheprimaryqualityinhercharacter.

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