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The
hair
,
well-smoothed
over
the
temples
and
knotted
at
the
nape
,
bore
crowns
,
or
bunches
,
or
sprays
of
mytosotis
,
jasmine
,
pomegranate
blossoms
,
ears
of
corn
,
and
corn-flowers
.
Calmly
seated
in
their
places
,
mothers
with
forbidding
countenances
were
wearing
red
turbans
.
Emma
's
heart
beat
rather
faster
when
,
her
partner
holding
her
by
the
tips
of
the
fingers
,
she
took
her
place
in
a
line
with
the
dancers
,
and
waited
for
the
first
note
to
start
.
But
her
emotion
soon
vanished
,
and
,
swaying
to
the
rhythm
of
the
orchestra
,
she
glided
forward
with
slight
movements
of
the
neck
.
A
smile
rose
to
her
lips
at
certain
delicate
phrases
of
the
violin
,
that
sometimes
played
alone
while
the
other
instruments
were
silent
;
one
could
hear
the
clear
clink
of
the
louis
d'or
that
were
being
thrown
down
upon
the
card
tables
in
the
next
room
;
then
all
struck
again
,
the
cornet-a-piston
uttered
its
sonorous
note
,
feet
marked
time
,
skirts
swelled
and
rustled
,
hands
touched
and
parted
;
the
same
eyes
falling
before
you
met
yours
again
.
A
few
men
(
some
fifteen
or
so
)
,
of
twenty-five
to
forty
,
scattered
here
and
there
among
the
dancers
or
talking
at
the
doorways
,
distinguished
themselves
from
the
crowd
by
a
certain
air
of
breeding
,
whatever
their
differences
in
age
,
dress
,
or
face
.
Their
clothes
,
better
made
,
seemed
of
finer
cloth
,
and
their
hair
,
brought
forward
in
curls
towards
the
temples
,
glossy
with
more
delicate
pomades
.
They
had
the
complexion
of
wealth
--
that
clear
complexion
that
is
heightened
by
the
pallor
of
porcelain
,
the
shimmer
of
satin
,
the
veneer
of
old
furniture
,
and
that
an
ordered
regimen
of
exquisite
nurture
maintains
at
its
best
.
Their
necks
moved
easily
in
their
low
cravats
,
their
long
whiskers
fell
over
their
turned-down
collars
,
they
wiped
their
lips
upon
handkerchiefs
with
embroidered
initials
that
gave
forth
a
subtle
perfume
.
Those
who
were
beginning
to
grow
old
had
an
air
of
youth
,
while
there
was
something
mature
in
the
faces
of
the
young
.
In
their
unconcerned
looks
was
the
calm
of
passions
daily
satiated
,
and
through
all
their
gentleness
of
manner
pierced
that
peculiar
brutality
,
the
result
of
a
command
of
half-easy
things
,
in
which
force
is
exercised
and
vanity
amused
--
the
management
of
thoroughbred
horses
and
the
society
of
loose
women
.
A
few
steps
from
Emma
a
gentleman
in
a
blue
coat
was
talking
of
Italy
with
a
pale
young
woman
wearing
a
parure
of
pearls
.
They
were
praising
the
breadth
of
the
columns
of
St.
Peter
's
,
Tivoly
,
Vesuvius
,
Castellamare
,
and
Cassines
,
the
roses
of
Genoa
,
the
Coliseum
by
moonlight
.
With
her
other
ear
Emma
was
listening
to
a
conversation
full
of
words
she
did
not
understand
.
A
circle
gathered
round
a
very
young
man
who
the
week
before
had
beaten
"
Miss
Arabella
"
and
"
Romolus
,
"
and
won
two
thousand
louis
jumping
a
ditch
in
England
.
One
complained
that
his
racehorses
were
growing
fat
;
another
of
the
printers
'
errors
that
had
disfigured
the
name
of
his
horse
.
The
atmosphere
of
the
ball
was
heavy
;
the
lamps
were
growing
dim
.
Guests
were
flocking
to
the
billiard
room
.
A
servant
got
upon
a
chair
and
broke
the
window-panes
.
At
the
crash
of
the
glass
Madame
Bovary
turned
her
head
and
saw
in
the
garden
the
faces
of
peasants
pressed
against
the
window
looking
in
at
them
.
Then
the
memory
of
the
Bertaux
came
back
to
her
.
She
saw
the
farm
again
,
the
muddy
pond
,
her
father
in
a
blouse
under
the
apple
trees
,
and
she
saw
herself
again
as
formerly
,
skimming
with
her
finger
the
cream
off
the
milk-pans
in
the
dairy
.
But
in
the
refulgence
of
the
present
hour
her
past
life
,
so
distinct
until
then
,
faded
away
completely
,
and
she
almost
doubted
having
lived
it
.
She
was
there
;
beyond
the
ball
was
only
shadow
overspreading
all
the
rest
.
She
was
just
eating
a
maraschino
ice
that
she
held
with
her
left
hand
in
a
silver-gilt
cup
,
her
eyes
half-closed
,
and
the
spoon
between
her
teeth
.
