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"
An
accident
happens
so
easily
.
Be
careful
!
Your
horses
perhaps
are
mettlesome
.
"
She
heard
a
noise
above
her
;
it
was
Felicite
drumming
on
the
windowpanes
to
amuse
little
Berthe
.
The
child
blew
her
a
kiss
;
her
mother
answered
with
a
wave
of
her
whip
.
"
A
pleasant
ride
!
"
cried
Monsieur
Homais
.
"
Prudence
!
above
all
,
prudence
!
"
And
he
flourished
his
newspaper
as
he
saw
them
disappear
.
As
soon
as
he
felt
the
ground
,
Emma
's
horse
set
off
at
a
gallop
.
Rodolphe
galloped
by
her
side
.
Now
and
then
they
exchanged
a
word
.
Her
figure
slightly
bent
,
her
hand
well
up
,
and
her
right
arm
stretched
out
,
she
gave
herself
up
to
the
cadence
of
the
movement
that
rocked
her
in
her
saddle
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
hill
Rodolphe
gave
his
horse
its
head
;
they
started
together
at
a
bound
,
then
at
the
top
suddenly
the
horses
stopped
,
and
her
large
blue
veil
fell
about
her
.
It
was
early
in
October
.
There
was
fog
over
the
land
.
Hazy
clouds
hovered
on
the
horizon
between
the
outlines
of
the
hills
;
others
,
rent
asunder
,
floated
up
and
disappeared
.
Sometimes
through
a
rift
in
the
clouds
,
beneath
a
ray
of
sunshine
,
gleamed
from
afar
the
roots
of
Yonville
,
with
the
gardens
at
the
water
's
edge
,
the
yards
,
the
walls
and
the
church
steeple
.
Emma
half
closed
her
eyes
to
pick
out
her
house
,
and
never
had
this
poor
village
where
she
lived
appeared
so
small
.
From
the
height
on
which
they
were
the
whole
valley
seemed
an
immense
pale
lake
sending
off
its
vapour
into
the
air
.
Clumps
of
trees
here
and
there
stood
out
like
black
rocks
,
and
the
tall
lines
of
the
poplars
that
rose
above
the
mist
were
like
a
beach
stirred
by
the
wind
.
By
the
side
,
on
the
turf
between
the
pines
,
a
brown
light
shimmered
in
the
warm
atmosphere
.
The
earth
,
ruddy
like
the
powder
of
tobacco
,
deadened
the
noise
of
their
steps
,
and
with
the
edge
of
their
shoes
the
horses
as
they
walked
kicked
the
fallen
fir
cones
in
front
of
them
.
Rodolphe
and
Emma
thus
went
along
the
skirt
of
the
wood
.
She
turned
away
from
time
to
time
to
avoid
his
look
,
and
then
she
saw
only
the
pine
trunks
in
lines
,
whose
monotonous
succession
made
her
a
little
giddy
.
The
horses
were
panting
;
the
leather
of
the
saddles
creaked
.
Just
as
they
were
entering
the
forest
the
sun
shone
out
.
