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The
cloth
of
her
habit
caught
against
the
velvet
of
his
coat
.
She
threw
back
her
white
neck
,
swelling
with
a
sigh
,
and
faltering
,
in
tears
,
with
a
long
shudder
and
hiding
her
face
,
she
gave
herself
up
to
him
--
The
shades
of
night
were
falling
;
the
horizontal
sun
passing
between
the
branches
dazzled
the
eyes
.
Here
and
there
around
her
,
in
the
leaves
or
on
the
ground
,
trembled
luminous
patches
,
as
it
hummingbirds
flying
about
had
scattered
their
feathers
.
Silence
was
everywhere
;
something
sweet
seemed
to
come
forth
from
the
trees
;
she
felt
her
heart
,
whose
beating
had
begun
again
,
and
the
blood
coursing
through
her
flesh
like
a
stream
of
milk
.
Then
far
away
,
beyond
the
wood
,
on
the
other
hills
,
she
heard
a
vague
prolonged
cry
,
a
voice
which
lingered
,
and
in
silence
she
heard
it
mingling
like
music
with
the
last
pulsations
of
her
throbbing
nerves
.
Rodolphe
,
a
cigar
between
his
lips
,
was
mending
with
his
penknife
one
of
the
two
broken
bridles
.
They
returned
to
Yonville
by
the
same
road
.
On
the
mud
they
saw
again
the
traces
of
their
horses
side
by
side
,
the
same
thickets
,
the
same
stones
to
the
grass
;
nothing
around
them
seemed
changed
;
and
yet
for
her
something
had
happened
more
stupendous
than
if
the
mountains
had
moved
in
their
places
.
Rodolphe
now
and
again
bent
forward
and
took
her
hand
to
kiss
it
.
She
was
charming
on
horseback
--
upright
,
with
her
slender
waist
,
her
knee
bent
on
the
mane
of
her
horse
,
her
face
somewhat
flushed
by
the
fresh
air
in
the
red
of
the
evening
.
On
entering
Yonville
she
made
her
horse
prance
in
the
road
.
People
looked
at
her
from
the
windows
.
At
dinner
her
husband
thought
she
looked
well
,
but
she
pretended
not
to
hear
him
when
he
inquired
about
her
ride
,
and
she
remained
sitting
there
with
her
elbow
at
the
side
of
her
plate
between
the
two
lighted
candles
.
"
Emma
!
"
he
said
.
"
What
?
"
"
Well
,
I
spent
the
afternoon
at
Monsieur
Alexandre
's
.
He
has
an
old
cob
,
still
very
fine
,
only
a
little
brokenkneed
,
and
that
could
be
bought
;
I
am
sure
,
for
a
hundred
crowns
.
"
He
added
,
"
And
thinking
it
might
please
you
,
I
have
bespoken
it
--
bought
it
.
