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Often
he
set
out
with
the
determination
to
dare
all
;
but
this
resolution
soon
deserted
him
in
Emma
's
presence
,
and
when
Charles
,
dropping
in
,
invited
him
to
jump
into
his
chaise
to
go
with
him
to
see
some
patient
in
the
neighbourhood
,
he
at
once
accepted
,
bowed
to
madame
,
and
went
out
.
Her
husband
,
was
he
not
something
belonging
to
her
?
As
to
Emma
,
she
did
not
ask
herself
whether
she
loved
.
Love
,
she
thought
,
must
come
suddenly
,
with
great
outbursts
and
lightnings
--
a
hurricane
of
the
skies
,
which
falls
upon
life
,
revolutionises
it
,
roots
up
the
will
like
a
leaf
,
and
sweeps
the
whole
heart
into
the
abyss
She
did
not
know
that
on
the
terrace
of
houses
it
makes
lakes
when
the
pipes
are
choked
,
and
she
would
thus
have
remained
in
her
security
when
she
suddenly
discovered
a
rent
in
the
wall
of
it
.
It
was
a
Sunday
in
February
,
an
afternoon
when
the
snow
was
falling
.
They
had
all
,
Monsieur
and
Madame
Bovary
,
Homais
,
and
Monsieur
Leon
,
gone
to
see
a
yarn-mill
that
was
being
built
in
the
valley
a
mile
and
a
half
from
Yonville
.
The
druggist
had
taken
Napoleon
and
Athalie
to
give
them
some
exercise
,
and
Justin
accompanied
them
,
carrying
the
umbrellas
on
his
shoulder
.
Nothing
,
however
,
could
be
less
curious
than
this
curiosity
.
A
great
piece
of
waste
ground
,
on
which
pell-mell
,
amid
a
mass
of
sand
and
stones
,
were
a
few
break-wheels
,
already
rusty
,
surrounded
by
a
quadrangular
building
pierced
by
a
number
of
little
windows
.
The
building
was
unfinished
;
the
sky
could
be
seen
through
the
joists
of
the
roofing
.
Attached
to
the
stop-plank
of
the
gable
a
bunch
of
straw
mixed
with
corn-ears
fluttered
its
tricoloured
ribbons
in
the
wind
.
Homais
was
talking
.
He
explained
to
the
company
the
future
importance
of
this
establishment
,
computed
the
strength
of
the
floorings
,
the
thickness
of
the
walls
,
and
regretted
extremely
not
having
a
yard-stick
such
as
Monsieur
Binet
possessed
for
his
own
special
use
.
Emma
,
who
had
taken
his
arm
,
bent
lightly
against
his
shoulder
,
and
she
looked
at
the
sun
's
disc
shedding
afar
through
the
mist
his
pale
splendour
.
She
turned
.
Charles
was
there
.
His
cap
was
drawn
down
over
his
eyebrows
,
and
his
two
thick
lips
were
trembling
,
which
added
a
look
of
stupidity
to
his
face
;
his
very
back
,
his
calm
back
,
was
irritating
to
behold
,
and
she
saw
written
upon
his
coat
all
the
platitude
of
the
bearer
.
While
she
was
considering
him
thus
,
tasting
in
her
irritation
a
sort
of
depraved
pleasure
,
Leon
made
a
step
forward
.
The
cold
that
made
him
pale
seemed
to
add
a
more
gentle
languor
to
his
face
;
between
his
cravat
and
his
neck
the
somewhat
loose
collar
of
his
shirt
showed
the
skin
;
the
lobe
of
his
ear
looked
out
from
beneath
a
lock
of
hair
,
and
his
large
blue
eyes
,
raised
to
the
clouds
,
seemed
to
Emma
more
limpid
and
more
beautiful
than
those
mountain-lakes
where
the
heavens
are
mirrored
.
"
Wretched
boy
!
"
suddenly
cried
the
chemist
.
And
he
ran
to
his
son
,
who
had
just
precipitated
himself
into
a
heap
of
lime
in
order
to
whiten
his
boots
.
At
the
reproaches
with
which
he
was
being
overwhelmed
Napoleon
began
to
roar
,
while
Justin
dried
his
shoes
with
a
wisp
of
straw
.
But
a
knife
was
wanted
;
Charles
offered
his
.
