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When
Julien
was
able
to
open
his
eyes
,
the
man
with
the
red
face
was
going
on
with
his
writing
.
The
porter
had
disappeared
.
"
I
must
have
courage
,
"
said
our
hero
to
himself
,
"
and
above
all
,
hide
what
I
feel
.
"
He
felt
violently
sick
.
"
If
anything
happens
to
me
,
God
knows
what
they
will
think
of
me
.
"
Finally
the
man
stopped
writing
and
looked
sideways
at
Julien
.
"
Are
you
in
a
fit
state
to
answer
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
Julien
in
an
enfeebled
voice
.
"
Ah
,
that
’
s
fortunate
.
"
The
man
in
black
had
half
got
up
,
and
was
looking
impatiently
for
a
letter
in
the
drawer
of
his
pinewood
table
,
which
opened
with
a
grind
.
He
found
it
,
sat
down
slowly
,
and
looking
again
at
Julien
in
a
manner
calculated
to
suck
out
of
him
the
little
life
which
he
still
possessed
,
said
,
"
You
have
been
recommended
to
me
by
M
.
Chélan
.
He
was
the
best
curé
in
the
diocese
;
he
was
an
upright
man
if
there
ever
was
one
,
and
my
friend
for
thirty
years
.
"
"
Oh
.
It
’
s
to
M
.
Pirard
then
that
I
have
the
honour
of
speaking
?
"
said
Julien
in
a
dying
voice
.
"
Apparently
,
"
replied
the
director
of
the
seminary
,
as
he
looked
at
him
disagreeably
.
The
glitter
of
his
little
eyes
doubled
and
was
followed
by
an
involuntary
movement
of
the
muscles
of
the
corner
of
the
mouth
.
It
was
the
physiognomy
of
the
tiger
savouring
in
advance
the
pleasure
of
devouring
its
prey
.
