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Then
some
hundred
paces
farther
on
she
again
stopped
,
and
through
her
veil
,
that
fell
sideways
from
her
man
's
hat
over
her
hips
,
her
face
appeared
in
a
bluish
transparency
as
if
she
were
floating
under
azure
waves
.
"
But
where
are
we
going
?
"
He
did
not
answer
.
She
was
breathing
irregularly
.
Rodolphe
looked
round
him
biting
his
moustache
.
They
came
to
a
larger
space
where
the
coppice
had
been
cut
.
They
sat
down
on
the
trunk
of
a
fallen
tree
,
and
Rodolphe
began
speaking
to
her
of
his
love
.
He
did
not
begin
by
frightening
her
with
compliments
.
He
was
calm
,
serious
,
melancholy
.
Emma
listened
to
him
with
bowed
head
,
and
stirred
the
bits
of
wood
on
the
ground
with
the
tip
of
her
foot
.
But
at
the
words
,
"
Are
not
our
destinies
now
one
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
!
she
replied
.
"
You
know
that
well
.
It
is
impossible
!
"
She
rose
to
go
.
He
seized
her
by
the
wrist
.
She
stopped
.
Then
,
having
gazed
at
him
for
a
few
moments
with
an
amorous
and
humid
look
,
she
said
hurriedly
--
"
Ah
!
do
not
speak
of
it
again
!
Where
are
the
horses
?
Let
us
go
back
.
"
He
made
a
gesture
of
anger
and
annoyance
.
She
repeated
:
"
Where
are
the
horses
?
Where
are
the
horses
?
"
Then
smiling
a
strange
smile
,
his
pupil
fixed
,
his
teeth
set
,
he
advanced
with
outstretched
arms
.
She
recoiled
trembling
.
She
stammered
:
"
Oh
,
you
frighten
me
!
You
hurt
me
!
Let
me
go
!
"
