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A Dungeon

           "Youmustnotfatiguehim,"hesaidtoJulien,whounderstoodthathewasthenephew.ThisvisitleftJulienplungedinacruelunhappinesswhichfoundnoventintears.Everythingseemedtohimgloomyanddisconsolate.Hefelthisheartfrozeninhisbosom.

           Thismomentwasthecruellestwhichhehadexperiencedsincethecrime.Hehadjustseendeathandseenitinallitsugliness.Allhisillusionsaboutgreatnessofsoulandnobilityofcharacterhadbeendissipatedlikeacloudbeforethehurricane.

           Thisawfulplightlastedseveralhours.Aftermoralpoisoning,physicalremediesandchampagnearenecessary.Julienwouldhaveconsideredhimselfacowardtohaveresortedtothem."WhatafoolIam,"heexclaimed,towardstheendofthehorribledaythathehadspententirelyinwalkingupanddownhisnarrowturret."It’sonly,ifIhadbeengoingtodielikeanybodyelse,thatthesightofthatpooroldmanwouldhavehadanyrighttohavethrownmeintothisawfulfitofsadness:butarapiddeathintheflowerofmyagesimplyputsmebeyondthereachofsuchawfulsenility."

           Inspiteofallhisargumentation,Julienfeltastouchedasanyweak-mindedpersonwouldhavebeen,andconsequentlyfeltunhappyastheresultofthevisit.Henolongerhadanyelementofruggedgreatness,oranyRomanvirtue.Deathappearedtohimatagreatheightandseemedalesseasyproposition.

           "ThisiswhatIshalltakeformythermometer,"hesaidtohimself."To-nightIamtendegreesbelowthecouragerequisiteforguillotine-pointlevel.Ihadthatcouragethismorning.

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