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"
Only
you
,
Madame
,
are
able
at
this
moment
to
go
into
my
room
,
feel
about
without
their
noticing
in
the
corner
of
the
mattress
;
it
is
nearest
the
window
.
You
will
find
a
small
,
round
box
of
black
cardboard
,
very
glossy
.
"
"
Does
it
contain
a
portrait
?
"
said
Madame
de
Rênal
,
scarcely
able
to
hold
herself
upright
.
Julien
noticed
her
air
of
discouragement
,
and
at
once
proceeded
to
exploit
it
.
"
I
have
a
second
favour
to
ask
you
,
madame
.
I
entreat
you
not
to
look
at
that
portrait
;
it
is
my
secret
.
"
"
It
is
a
secret
,
"
repeated
Madame
de
Rênal
in
a
faint
voice
.
But
though
she
had
been
brought
up
among
people
who
are
proud
of
their
fortune
and
appreciative
of
nothing
except
money
,
love
had
already
instilled
generosity
into
her
soul
.
Truly
wounded
as
she
was
,
it
was
with
an
air
of
the
most
simple
devotion
that
Madame
de
Rênal
asked
Julien
the
questions
necessary
to
enable
her
to
fulfil
her
commission
.
"
So
"
she
said
to
him
as
she
went
away
,
"
it
is
a
little
round
box
of
black
cardboard
,
very
glossy
.
"
"
Yes
,
Madame
,
"
answered
Julien
,
with
that
hardness
which
danger
gives
to
men
.
She
ascended
the
second
storey
of
the
château
as
pale
as
though
she
had
been
going
to
her
death
.
Her
misery
was
completed
by
the
sensation
that
she
was
on
the
verge
of
falling
ill
,
but
the
necessity
of
doing
Julien
a
service
restored
her
strength
.
