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"
Not
well
,
"
replied
Emma
;
"
I
am
ill
.
"
"
Well
,
and
so
am
I
,
"
answered
the
priest
.
"
These
first
warm
days
weaken
one
most
remarkably
,
do
n't
they
?
But
,
after
all
,
we
are
born
to
suffer
,
as
St.
Paul
says
.
But
what
does
Monsieur
Bovary
think
of
it
?
"
"
He
!
"
she
said
with
a
gesture
of
contempt
.
"
What
!
"
replied
the
good
fellow
,
quite
astonished
,
does
n't
he
prescribe
something
for
you
?
"
"
Ah
!
"
said
Emma
,
"
it
is
no
earthly
remedy
I
need
.
"
But
the
cure
from
time
to
time
looked
into
the
church
,
where
the
kneeling
boys
were
shouldering
one
another
,
and
tumbling
over
like
packs
of
cards
.
"
I
should
like
to
know
--
"
she
went
on
.
"
You
look
out
,
Riboudet
,
"
cried
the
priest
in
an
angry
voice
;
"
I
'll
warm
your
ears
,
you
imp
!
"
Then
turning
to
Emma
,
"
He
's
Boudet
the
carpenter
's
son
;
his
parents
are
well
off
,
and
let
him
do
just
as
he
pleases
.
Yet
he
could
learn
quickly
if
he
would
,
for
he
is
very
sharp
.
And
so
sometimes
for
a
joke
I
call
him
Riboudet
(
like
the
road
one
takes
to
go
to
Maromme
)
and
I
even
say
'
Mon
Riboudet
.
'
Ha
!
Ha
!
'
Mont
Riboudet
.
'
The
other
day
I
repeated
that
just
to
Monsignor
,
and
he
laughed
at
it
;
he
condescended
to
laugh
at
it
.
And
how
is
Monsieur
Bovary
?
"
She
seemed
not
to
hear
him
.
And
he
went
on
--
