Червоне та чорне

In the Prison

           

           "What!already,"saidJulien,openinghishaggardeyes.Hethoughthewasalreadyintheexecutioner’shands.

           ItwasMathilde."Luckily,shehasnotunderstoodme."Thisreflectionrestoredallhisselfpossession.HefoundMathildeaschangedasthoughshehadgonethroughasixmonths’illness:shewasreallynotrecognisable.

           "ThatinfamousFrilairhasbetrayedme,"shesaidtohim,wringingherhands.Herfurypreventedherfromcrying.

           "WasInotfinewhenImademyspeechyesterday?"answeredJulien."Iwasimprovisingforthefirsttimeinmylife!Itistruethatitistobefearedthatitwillalsobethelast."

           Atthismoment,JulienwasplayingonMathilde’scharacterwithalltheself-possessionofacleverpianist,whosefingersareontheinstrument...."Itistrue,"headded,"thatIlacktheadvantageofadistinguishedbirth,butMathilde’sgreatsoulhasliftedherloveruptoherownlevel.DoyouthinkthatBonifacedelaMolewouldhavecutabetterfigurebeforehisjudges?"

           Onthisparticularday,Mathildewasasunaffectedlytenderasapoorgirllivinginafifthstorey.Butshefailedtoextractfromhimanysimplerremark.Hewaspayingherbackwithoutknowingitforallthetortureshehadfrequentlyinflictedonhim.

           "ThesourcesoftheNileareunknown,"saidJulientohimself:"ithasnotbeenvouchsafedtothehumaneyetoseethekingofriversasasimplebrook:similarly,nohumaneyeshallseeJulienweak.Inthefirstplacebecauseheisnotso.ButIhaveaheartwhichitiseasytotouch.

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