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He
had
a
foot
forming
almost
a
straight
line
with
the
leg
,
which
,
however
,
did
not
prevent
it
from
being
turned
in
,
so
that
it
was
an
equinus
together
with
something
of
a
varus
,
or
else
a
slight
varus
with
a
strong
tendency
to
equinus
.
But
with
this
equinus
,
wide
in
foot
like
a
horse
's
hoof
,
with
rugose
skin
,
dry
tendons
,
and
large
toes
,
on
which
the
black
nails
looked
as
if
made
of
iron
,
the
clubfoot
ran
about
like
a
deer
from
morn
till
night
.
He
was
constantly
to
be
seen
on
the
Place
,
jumping
round
the
carts
,
thrusting
his
limping
foot
forwards
.
He
seemed
even
stronger
on
that
leg
than
the
other
.
By
dint
of
hard
service
it
had
acquired
,
as
it
were
,
moral
qualities
of
patience
and
energy
;
and
when
he
was
given
some
heavy
work
,
he
stood
on
it
in
preference
to
its
fellow
.
Now
,
as
it
was
an
equinus
,
it
was
necessary
to
cut
the
tendon
of
Achilles
,
and
,
if
need
were
,
the
anterior
tibial
muscle
could
be
seen
to
afterwards
for
getting
rid
of
the
varus
;
for
the
doctor
did
not
dare
to
risk
both
operations
at
once
;
he
was
even
trembling
already
for
fear
of
injuring
some
important
region
that
he
did
not
know
.
Neither
Ambrose
Pare
,
applying
for
the
first
time
since
Celsus
,
after
an
interval
of
fifteen
centuries
,
a
ligature
to
an
artery
,
nor
Dupuytren
,
about
to
open
an
abscess
in
the
brain
,
nor
Gensoul
when
he
first
took
away
the
superior
maxilla
,
had
hearts
that
trembled
,
hands
that
shook
,
minds
so
strained
as
Monsieur
Bovary
when
he
approached
Hippolyte
,
his
tenotome
between
his
fingers
.
And
as
at
hospitals
,
near
by
on
a
table
lay
a
heap
of
lint
,
with
waxed
thread
,
many
bandages
--
a
pyramid
of
bandages
--
every
bandage
to
be
found
at
the
druggist
's
.
It
was
Monsieur
Homais
who
since
morning
had
been
organising
all
these
preparations
,
as
much
to
dazzle
the
multitude
as
to
keep
up
his
illusions
.
Charles
pierced
the
skin
;
a
dry
crackling
was
heard
.
The
tendon
was
cut
,
the
operation
over
.
Hippolyte
could
not
get
over
his
surprise
,
but
bent
over
Bovary
's
hands
to
cover
them
with
kisses
.
"
Come
,
be
calm
,
"
said
the
druggist
;
"
later
on
you
will
show
your
gratitude
to
your
benefactor
.
"
And
he
went
down
to
tell
the
result
to
five
or
six
inquirers
who
were
waiting
in
the
yard
,
and
who
fancied
that
Hippolyte
would
reappear
walking
properly
.
Then
Charles
,
having
buckled
his
patient
into
the
machine
,
went
home
,
where
Emma
,
all
anxiety
,
awaited
him
at
the
door
.
She
threw
herself
on
his
neck
;
they
sat
down
to
table
;
he
ate
much
,
and
at
dessert
he
even
wanted
to
take
a
cup
of
coffee
,
a
luxury
he
only
permitted
himself
on
Sundays
when
there
was
company
.
The
evening
was
charming
,
full
of
prattle
,
of
dreams
together
.
They
talked
about
their
future
fortune
,
of
the
improvements
to
be
made
in
their
house
;
he
saw
people
's
estimation
of
him
growing
,
his
comforts
increasing
,
his
wife
always
loving
him
;
and
she
was
happy
to
refresh
herself
with
a
new
sentiment
,
healthier
,
better
,
to
feel
at
last
some
tenderness
for
this
poor
fellow
who
adored
her
.
The
thought
of
Rodolphe
for
one
moment
passed
through
her
mind
,
but
her
eyes
turned
again
to
Charles
;
she
even
noticed
with
surprise
that
he
had
not
bad
teeth
.
They
were
in
bed
when
Monsieur
Homais
,
in
spite
of
the
servant
,
suddenly
entered
the
room
,
holding
in
his
hand
a
sheet
of
paper
just
written
.
It
was
the
paragraph
he
intended
for
the
"
Fanal
de
Rouen
.
"
He
brought
it
for
them
to
read
.
"
Read
it
yourself
,
"
said
Bovary
.
He
read
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