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A Dungeon

           Anyway,whatdoesitmattersolongasitcomesbacktomeatthenecessarymoment?"Thisthermometerideaamusedhimandfinallymanagedtodistracthim.

           Whenhewokeupthenextdayhewasashamedofthepreviousday."Myhappinessandpeaceofmindareatstake."HealmostmadeuphismindtowritetotheProcureur-Generaltorequestthatnooneshouldbeadmittedtoseehim."AndhowaboutFouqué,"hethought?"IfhetakesituponhimselftocometoBesançon,hisgriefwillbeimmense."IthadperhapsbeentwomonthssincehehadgivenFouquéathought."IwasagreatfoolatStrasbourg.Mythoughtsdidnotgobeyondmycoat-collar.HewasmuchengrossedbythememoryofFouqué,whichlefthimmoreandmoretouched.Hewalkednervouslyabout.HereIam,clearlytwentydegreesbelowdeathpoint....Ifthisweaknessincreases,itwillbebetterformetokillmyself.WhatjoyfortheabbéMaslon,andtheValenods,ifIdielikeanusher."

           Fouquéarrived.Thegood,simpleman,wasdistractedbygrief.Hisoneidea,sofarashehadanyatall,wastosellallhepossessedinordertobribethegaolerandsecureJulien’sescape.HetalkedtohimatlengthofM.deLavalette’sescape.

           "Youpainme,"Juliensaidtohim."M.deLavalettewasinnocentIamguilty.Thoughyoudidnotmeanto,youmademethinkofthedifference...."

           "Butisittrue?What?wereyougoingtosellallyoupossessed?"saidJulien,suddenlybecomingmistrustfulandobservant.

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