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The Torment of the Weak

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           "Youwouldaccept?"saidtheabbéfuriouslyashegotup.

           "Youdonotletmefinish.Ishouldcertainlyneverfireuponmybenefactor’sson.(3)Hecansendmeaway.IfhesaysgotoEdinburghorNewYork,Iwillobeyhim.TheycanthenconcealmademoiselledelaMole’scondition,butIwillneverallowthemtosuppressmyson."

           "Havenodoubtaboutit,thatwillbethefirstthoughtofthatdepravedman."

           AtParis,Mathildewasindespair.Shehadseenherfatheraboutseveno’clock.HehadshownherJulien’sletter.Shefearedthathemighthaveconsidereditnobletoputanendtohislife;"andwithoutmypermission?"shesaidtoherselfwithapainduesolelytoheranger.

           "IfhediesIshalldie,"shesaidtoherfather."Itwillbeyouwhowillbethecauseofhisdeath....PerhapsyouwillrejoiceatitbutIswearbyhisshadesthatIshallatoncegointomourning,andshallpubliclyappearasMadamethewidowSorel,Ishallsendoutmyinvitations,youcancountonit....Youwillfindmeneitherpusillanimousnorcowardly."

           Herlovewenttothepointofmadness.M.delaMolewasflabbergastedinhisturn.

           Hebegantoregardwhathadhappenedwithacertainamountoflogic.Mathildedidnotappearatbreakfast.Themarquisfeltanimmenseweightoffhismind,andwasparticularlyflatteredwhenhenoticedthatshehadsaidnothingtohermother.

           Julienwasdismountingfromhishorse.Mathildehadhimcalledandthrewherselfintohisarmsalmostbeneaththeveryeyesofherchambermaid.Julienwasnotveryappreciativeofthistransport.

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