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The Opera-Bouffe

           IfIameverledastrayagainbymyabominablepride,showmethishairandsay,’Itisnotaquestionoftheemotionwhichyoursoulmaybefeelingatpresent,youhavesworntoobey,obeyonyourhonour.’"

           Butitiswisertosuppressthedescriptionofsointenseatransportofdelirioushappiness.

           Julien’sunselfishnesswasequaltohishappiness."Imustgodownbytheladder,"hesaidtoMathilde,whenhesawthedawnofdayappearfromthequarteroftheeastoverthedistantchimneysbeyondthegarden."ThesacrificethatIimposeonmyselfisworthyofyou.Ideprivemyselfofsomehoursofthemostastonishinghappinessthatahumansoulcansavour,butitisasacrificeImakeforthesakeofyourreputation.IfyouknowmyheartyouwillappreciatehowviolentisthestraintowhichIamputtingmyself.Willyoualwaysbetomewhatyouarenow?Buthonourspeaks,itsuffices.Letmetellyouthatsinceourlastinterview,thieveshavenotbeentheonlyobjectofsuspicion.M.delaMolehassetaguardinthegarden.M.Croisenoisissurroundedbyspies:theyknowwhathedoeseverynight."

           Mathildeburstoutlaughingatthisidea.Hermotherandachamber-maidwerewokenup,theysuddenlybegantospeaktoherthroughthedoor.Julienlookedather,shegrewpaleasshescoldedthechamber-maid,andshedidnotdeigntospeaktohermother."Butsupposetheythinkofopeningthewindow,theywillseetheladder,"Juliensaidtoher.

           Heclaspedheragaininhisarms,rushedontotheladder,andslid,ratherthanclimbeddown;hewasonthegroundinamoment.

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