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He
liked
the
granary
and
the
stables
;
he
liked
old
Rouault
,
who
pressed
his
hand
and
called
him
his
saviour
;
he
like
the
small
wooden
shoes
of
Mademoiselle
Emma
on
the
scoured
flags
of
the
kitchen
--
her
high
heels
made
her
a
little
taller
;
and
when
she
walked
in
front
of
him
,
the
wooden
soles
springing
up
quickly
struck
with
a
sharp
sound
against
the
leather
of
her
boots
.
She
always
accompanied
him
to
the
first
step
of
the
stairs
.
When
his
horse
had
not
yet
been
brought
round
she
stayed
there
.
They
had
said
"
Good-bye
"
;
there
was
no
more
talking
.
The
open
air
wrapped
her
round
,
playing
with
the
soft
down
on
the
back
of
her
neck
,
or
blew
to
and
fro
on
her
hips
the
apron-strings
,
that
fluttered
like
streamers
.
Once
,
during
a
thaw
the
bark
of
the
trees
in
the
yard
was
oozing
,
the
snow
on
the
roofs
of
the
outbuildings
was
melting
;
she
stood
on
the
threshold
,
and
went
to
fetch
her
sunshade
and
opened
it
.
The
sunshade
of
silk
of
the
colour
of
pigeons
'
breasts
,
through
which
the
sun
shone
,
lighted
up
with
shifting
hues
the
white
skin
of
her
face
.
She
smiled
under
the
tender
warmth
,
and
drops
of
water
could
be
heard
falling
one
by
one
on
the
stretched
silk
.
During
the
first
period
of
Charles
's
visits
to
the
Bertaux
,
Madame
Bovary
junior
never
failed
to
inquire
after
the
invalid
,
and
she
had
even
chosen
in
the
book
that
she
kept
on
a
system
of
double
entry
a
clean
blank
page
for
Monsieur
Rouault
.
But
when
she
heard
he
had
a
daughter
,
she
began
to
make
inquiries
,
and
she
learnt
the
Mademoiselle
Rouault
,
brought
up
at
the
Ursuline
Convent
,
had
received
what
is
called
"
a
good
education
"
;
and
so
knew
dancing
,
geography
,
drawing
,
how
to
embroider
and
play
the
piano
.
That
was
the
last
straw
.
"
So
it
is
for
this
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
that
his
face
beams
when
he
goes
to
see
her
,
and
that
he
puts
on
his
new
waistcoat
at
the
risk
of
spoiling
it
with
the
rain
.
Ah
!
that
woman
!
That
woman
!
"
And
she
detested
her
instinctively
.
At
first
she
solaced
herself
by
allusions
that
Charles
did
not
understand
,
then
by
casual
observations
that
he
let
pass
for
fear
of
a
storm
,
finally
by
open
apostrophes
to
which
he
knew
not
what
to
answer
.
"
Why
did
he
go
back
to
the
Bertaux
now
that
Monsieur
Rouault
was
cured
and
that
these
folks
had
n't
paid
yet
?
Ah
!
it
was
because
a
young
lady
was
there
,
some
one
who
know
how
to
talk
,
to
embroider
,
to
be
witty
.
That
was
what
he
cared
about
;
he
wanted
town
misses
.
"
And
she
went
on
--
"
The
daughter
of
old
Rouault
a
town
miss
!
Get
out
!
Their
grandfather
was
a
shepherd
,
and
they
have
a
cousin
who
was
almost
had
up
at
the
assizes
for
a
nasty
blow
in
a
quarrel
.
It
is
not
worth
while
making
such
a
fuss
,
or
showing
herself
at
church
on
Sundays
in
a
silk
gown
like
a
countess
.
Besides
,
the
poor
old
chap
,
if
it
had
n't
been
for
the
colza
last
year
,
would
have
had
much
ado
to
pay
up
his
arrears
.
"
For
very
weariness
Charles
left
off
going
to
the
Bertaux
.
Heloise
made
him
swear
,
his
hand
on
the
prayer-book
,
that
he
would
go
there
no
more
after
much
sobbing
and
many
kisses
,
in
a
great
outburst
of
love
.
He
obeyed
then
,
but
the
strength
of
his
desire
protested
against
the
servility
of
his
conduct
;
and
he
thought
,
with
a
kind
of
naive
hypocrisy
,
that
his
interdict
to
see
her
gave
him
a
sort
of
right
to
love
her
.
And
then
the
widow
was
thin
;
she
had
long
teeth
;
wore
in
all
weathers
a
little
black
shawl
,
the
edge
of
which
hung
down
between
her
shoulder-blades
;
her
bony
figure
was
sheathed
in
her
clothes
as
if
they
were
a
scabbard
;
they
were
too
short
,
and
displayed
her
ankles
with
the
laces
of
her
large
boots
crossed
over
grey
stockings
.
Charles
's
mother
came
to
see
them
from
time
to
time
,
but
after
a
few
days
the
daughter-in-law
seemed
to
put
her
own
edge
on
her
,
and
then
,
like
two
knives
,
they
scarified
him
with
their
reflections
and
observations
.
It
was
wrong
of
him
to
eat
so
much
.
