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Again
,
is
it
not
the
agriculturist
who
fattens
,
for
our
clothes
,
his
abundant
flocks
in
the
pastures
?
For
how
should
we
clothe
ourselves
,
how
nourish
ourselves
,
without
the
agriculturist
?
And
,
gentlemen
,
is
it
even
necessary
to
go
so
far
for
examples
?
Who
has
not
frequently
reflected
on
all
the
momentous
things
that
we
get
out
of
that
modest
animal
,
the
ornament
of
poultry-yards
,
that
provides
us
at
once
with
a
soft
pillow
for
our
bed
,
with
succulent
flesh
for
our
tables
,
and
eggs
?
But
I
should
never
end
if
I
were
to
enumerate
one
after
the
other
all
the
different
products
which
the
earth
,
well
cultivated
,
like
a
generous
mother
,
lavishes
upon
her
children
.
Here
it
is
the
vine
,
elsewhere
the
apple
tree
for
cider
,
there
colza
,
farther
on
cheeses
and
flax
.
Gentlemen
,
let
us
not
forget
flax
,
which
has
made
such
great
strides
of
late
years
,
and
to
which
I
will
more
particularly
call
your
attention
.
"
He
had
no
need
to
call
it
,
for
all
the
mouths
of
the
multitude
were
wide
open
,
as
if
to
drink
in
his
words
.
Tuvache
by
his
side
listened
to
him
with
staring
eyes
.
Monsieur
Derozerays
from
time
to
time
softly
closed
his
eyelids
,
and
farther
on
the
chemist
,
with
his
son
Napoleon
between
his
knees
,
put
his
hand
behind
his
ear
in
order
not
to
lose
a
syllable
.
The
chins
of
the
other
members
of
the
jury
went
slowly
up
and
down
in
their
waistcoats
in
sign
of
approval
.
The
firemen
at
the
foot
of
the
platform
rested
on
their
bayonets
;
and
Binet
,
motionless
,
stood
with
out-turned
elbows
,
the
point
of
his
sabre
in
the
air
.
Perhaps
he
could
hear
,
but
certainly
he
could
see
nothing
,
because
of
the
visor
of
his
helmet
,
that
fell
down
on
his
nose
.
His
lieutenant
,
the
youngest
son
of
Monsieur
Tuvache
,
had
a
bigger
one
,
for
his
was
enormous
,
and
shook
on
his
head
,
and
from
it
an
end
of
his
cotton
scarf
peeped
out
.
He
smiled
beneath
it
with
a
perfectly
infantine
sweetness
,
and
his
pale
little
face
,
whence
drops
were
running
,
wore
an
expression
of
enjoyment
and
sleepiness
.
The
square
as
far
as
the
houses
was
crowded
with
people
.
One
saw
folk
leaning
on
their
elbows
at
all
the
windows
,
others
standing
at
doors
,
and
Justin
,
in
front
of
the
chemist
's
shop
,
seemed
quite
transfixed
by
the
sight
of
what
he
was
looking
at
.
In
spite
of
the
silence
Monsieur
Lieuvain
's
voice
was
lost
in
the
air
.
It
reached
you
in
fragments
of
phrases
,
and
interrupted
here
and
there
by
the
creaking
of
chairs
in
the
crowd
;
then
you
suddenly
heard
the
long
bellowing
of
an
ox
,
or
else
the
bleating
of
the
lambs
,
who
answered
one
another
at
street
corners
.
In
fact
,
the
cowherds
and
shepherds
had
driven
their
beasts
thus
far
,
and
these
lowed
from
time
to
time
,
while
with
their
tongues
they
tore
down
some
scrap
of
foliage
that
hung
above
their
mouths
.
Rodolphe
had
drawn
nearer
to
Emma
,
and
said
to
her
in
a
low
voice
,
speaking
rapidly
--
"
Does
not
this
conspiracy
of
the
world
revolt
you
?
Is
there
a
single
sentiment
it
does
not
condemn
?
The
noblest
instincts
,
the
purest
sympathies
are
persecuted
,
slandered
;
and
if
at
length
two
poor
souls
do
meet
,
all
is
so
organised
that
they
can
not
blend
together
.
Yet
they
will
make
the
attempt
;
they
will
flutter
their
wings
;
they
will
call
upon
each
other
.
Oh
!
no
matter
.
Sooner
or
later
,
in
six
months
,
ten
years
,
they
will
come
together
,
will
love
;
for
fate
has
decreed
it
,
and
they
are
born
one
for
the
other
.
"
His
arms
were
folded
across
his
knees
,
and
thus
lifting
his
face
towards
Emma
,
close
by
her
,
he
looked
fixedly
at
her
.
She
noticed
in
his
eyes
small
golden
lines
radiating
from
black
pupils
;
she
even
smelt
the
perfume
of
the
pomade
that
made
his
hair
glossy
.
Then
a
faintness
came
over
her
;
she
recalled
the
Viscount
who
had
waltzed
with
her
at
Vaubyessard
,
and
his
beard
exhaled
like
this
air
an
odour
of
vanilla
and
citron
,
and
mechanically
she
half-closed
her
eyes
the
better
to
breathe
it
in
.
But
in
making
this
movement
,
as
she
leant
back
in
her
chair
,
she
saw
in
the
distance
,
right
on
the
line
of
the
horizon
,
the
old
diligence
,
the
"
Hirondelle
,
"
that
was
slowly
descending
the
hill
of
Leux
,
dragging
after
it
a
long
trail
of
dust
.
It
was
in
this
yellow
carriage
that
Leon
had
so
often
come
back
to
her
,
and
by
this
route
down
there
that
he
had
gone
for
ever
.
She
fancied
she
saw
him
opposite
at
his
windows
;
then
all
grew
confused
;
clouds
gathered
;
it
seemed
to
her
that
she
was
again
turning
in
the
waltz
under
the
light
of
the
lustres
on
the
arm
of
the
Viscount
,
and
that
Leon
was
not
far
away
,
that
he
was
coming
;
and
yet
all
the
time
she
was
conscious
of
the
scent
of
Rodolphe
's
head
by
her
side
.
This
sweetness
of
sensation
pierced
through
her
old
desires
,
and
these
,
like
grains
of
sand
under
a
gust
of
wind
,
eddied
to
and
fro
in
the
subtle
breath
of
the
perfume
which
suffused
her
soul
.
She
opened
wide
her
nostrils
several
times
to
drink
in
the
freshness
of
the
ivy
round
the
capitals
.
She
took
off
her
gloves
,
she
wiped
her
hands
,
then
fanned
her
face
with
her
handkerchief
,
while
athwart
the
throbbing
of
her
temples
she
heard
the
murmur
of
the
crowd
and
the
voice
of
the
councillor
intoning
his
phrases
.
He
said
--
"
Continue
,
persevere
;
listen
neither
to
the
suggestions
of
routine
,
nor
to
the
over-hasty
councils
of
a
rash
empiricism
.
