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The Opera-Bouffe

           "Hewasmortallydisgustedwithallhisgoodqualities,andwithallthethingswhichhehadoncelovedsoenthusiastically;anditwaswhenhisimaginationwasinthisdistortedconditionthatheundertooktojudgelifebymeansofitsaid.Thismistakeistypicalofasuperiorman.

           Theideaofsuicidepresenteditselftohimseveraltimes;theideawasfullofcharm,andlikeadeliciousrest;becauseitwastheglassoficedwaterofferedtothewretchdyingofthirstandheatinthedesert.

           "Mydeathwillincreasethecontemptshehasforme,"heexclaimed."WhatamemoryIshouldleaveher."

           Courageistheonlyresourceofahumanbeingwhohasfallenintothislastabyssofunhappiness.Juliendidnothavesufficientgeniustosaytohimself,"Imustdare,"butashelookedatthewindowofMathilde’sroomhesawthroughtheblindsthatshewasputtingoutherlight.Heconjuredupthatcharmingroomwhichhehadseen,alas!onceinhiswholelife.Hisimaginationdidnotgoanyfurther.

           Oneo’clockstruck.Hearingthestrokeoftheclockandsayingtohimself,"Iwillclimbuptheladder,"scarcelytookamoment.

           Itwastheflashofgenius,goodreasonscrowdedonhismind."MayIbemorefortunatethanbefore,"hesaidtohimself.Herantotheladder.Thegardenerhadchaineditup.Withthehelpofthecockofoneofhislittlepistolswhichhebroke,Julien,whoforthetimebeingwasanimatedbyasuperhumanforce,twistedoneofthelinksofthechainwhichheldtheladder.Hewasmasterofitinafewminutes,andplaceditagainstMathilde’swindow.

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