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When
Charles
,
distracted
by
the
news
of
the
distraint
,
returned
home
,
Emma
had
just
gone
out
.
He
cried
aloud
,
wept
,
fainted
,
but
she
did
not
return
.
Where
could
she
be
?
He
sent
Felicite
to
Homais
,
to
Monsieur
Tuvache
,
to
Lheureux
,
to
the
"
Lion
d'Or
,
"
everywhere
,
and
in
the
intervals
of
his
agony
he
saw
his
reputation
destroyed
,
their
fortune
lost
,
Berthe
's
future
ruined
.
By
what
?
--
Not
a
word
!
He
waited
till
six
in
the
evening
.
At
last
,
unable
to
bear
it
any
longer
,
and
fancying
she
had
gone
to
Rouen
,
he
set
out
along
the
highroad
,
walked
a
mile
,
met
no
one
,
again
waited
,
and
returned
home
.
She
had
come
back
.
"
What
was
the
matter
?
Why
?
Explain
to
me
.
"
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She
sat
down
at
her
writing-table
and
wrote
a
letter
,
which
she
sealed
slowly
,
adding
the
date
and
the
hour
.
Then
she
said
in
a
solemn
tone
:
"
You
are
to
read
it
to-morrow
;
till
then
,
I
pray
you
,
do
not
ask
me
a
single
question
.
No
,
not
one
!
"
"
But
--
"
"
Oh
,
leave
me
!
"
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She
lay
down
full
length
on
her
bed
.
A
bitter
taste
that
she
felt
in
her
mouth
awakened
her
.
She
saw
Charles
,
and
again
closed
her
eyes
.
She
was
studying
herself
curiously
,
to
see
if
she
were
not
suffering
.
But
no
!
nothing
as
yet
.
She
heard
the
ticking
of
the
clock
,
the
crackling
of
the
fire
,
and
Charles
breathing
as
he
stood
upright
by
her
bed
.
"
Ahl
it
is
but
a
little
thing
,
death
!
"
she
thought
.
"
I
shall
fall
asleep
and
all
will
be
over
.
"