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The
day
following
passed
with
a
new
sweetness
.
They
made
vows
to
one
another
She
told
him
of
her
sorrows
.
Rodolphe
interrupted
her
with
kisses
;
and
she
looking
at
him
through
half-closed
eyes
,
asked
him
to
call
her
again
by
her
name
--
to
say
that
he
loved
her
They
were
in
the
forest
,
as
yesterday
,
in
the
shed
of
some
woodenshoe
maker
.
The
walls
were
of
straw
,
and
the
roof
so
low
they
had
to
stoop
.
They
were
seated
side
by
side
on
a
bed
of
dry
leaves
.
From
that
day
forth
they
wrote
to
one
another
regularly
every
evening
.
Emma
placed
her
letter
at
the
end
of
the
garden
,
by
the
river
,
in
a
fissure
of
the
wall
.
Rodolphe
came
to
fetch
it
,
and
put
another
there
,
that
she
always
found
fault
with
as
too
short
.
One
morning
,
when
Charles
had
gone
out
before
day
break
,
she
was
seized
with
the
fancy
to
see
Rodolphe
at
once
.
She
would
go
quickly
to
La
Huchette
,
stay
there
an
hour
,
and
be
back
again
at
Yonville
while
everyone
was
still
asleep
.
This
idea
made
her
pant
with
desire
,
and
she
soon
found
herself
in
the
middle
of
the
field
,
walking
with
rapid
steps
,
without
looking
behind
her
.
Day
was
just
breaking
.
Emma
from
afar
recognised
her
lover
's
house
.
Its
two
dove-tailed
weathercocks
stood
out
black
against
the
pale
dawn
.
Beyond
the
farmyard
there
was
a
detached
building
that
she
thought
must
be
the
chateau
She
entered
--
it
was
if
the
doors
at
her
approach
had
opened
wide
of
their
own
accord
.
A
large
straight
staircase
led
up
to
the
corridor
.
Emma
raised
the
latch
of
a
door
,
and
suddenly
at
the
end
of
the
room
she
saw
a
man
sleeping
.
It
was
Rodolphe
.
She
uttered
a
cry
.
"
You
here
?
You
here
?
"
he
repeated
.
"
How
did
you
manage
to
come
?
Ah
!
your
dress
is
damp
.
"
"
I
love
you
,
"
she
answered
,
throwing
her
arms
about
his
neck
.
This
first
piece
of
daring
successful
,
now
every
time
Charles
went
out
early
Emma
dressed
quickly
and
slipped
on
tiptoe
down
the
steps
that
led
to
the
waterside
.
But
when
the
plank
for
the
cows
was
taken
up
,
she
had
to
go
by
the
walls
alongside
of
the
river
;
the
bank
was
slippery
;
in
order
not
to
fall
she
caught
hold
of
the
tufts
of
faded
wallflowers
.
Then
she
went
across
ploughed
fields
,
in
which
she
sank
,
stumbling
;
and
clogging
her
thin
shoes
.
Her
scarf
,
knotted
round
her
head
,
fluttered
to
the
wind
in
the
meadows
.
She
was
afraid
of
the
oxen
;
she
began
to
run
;
she
arrived
out
of
breath
,
with
rosy
cheeks
,
and
breathing
out
from
her
whole
person
a
fresh
perfume
of
sap
,
of
verdure
,
of
the
open
air
.
At
this
hour
Rodolphe
still
slept
.
It
was
like
a
spring
morning
coming
into
his
room
.
