Червоне та чорне

In the Prison

           

           "Shewillshedhottears,Iknowher;itwillmatternothingthatItriedtoassassinateherallwillbeforgotten,andthepersonwhoselifeIwishedtotakewillbetheonlyonewhowillsincerelylamentmydeath.

           "Ah,that’sagoodparadox,"hethought,andhethoughtaboutnothingexceptmadamedeRênalduringthegoodquarterofanhourwhichthesceneMathildewasmakingstilllasted.Inspiteofhimself,andthoughhemadefrequentanswerstowhatMathildewassaying,hecouldnottakehismindawayfromthethoughtofthebedroomatVerrières.HesawtheBesançonGazetteonthecounterpaneoforangetaffeta;hesawthatwhitehandclutchingatitconvulsively.HesawmadamedeRênalcry....Hefollowedthepathofeverytearoverhercharmingface.

           MademoiselledelaMole,beingunabletogetanythingoutofJulien,askedtheadvocatetocomein.Fortunately,hewasanoldcaptainoftheItalianarmyof1796,wherehehadbeenacomradeofManuel.

           Heopposedthecondemnedman’sresolutionasamatterofform.Wishingtotreathimwithrespect,Julienexplainedallhisreasons.

           "Uponmyword,Icanunderstandamantakingtheviewyoudo,"saidM.FelixVaneau(thatwastheadvocate’sname)tohimatlast."Butyouhavethreefulldaysinwhichtoappeal,anditismydutytocomebackeveryday.Ifavolcanoweretoopenundertheprisonbetweennowandtwomonths’timeyouwouldbesaved.Youmightdieofillness,"hesaid,lookingatJulien.

           Julienpressedhishand"Ithankyou,youareagoodfellow.Iwillthinkitover

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