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"
'
Despite
the
prejudices
that
still
invest
a
part
of
the
face
of
Europe
like
a
net
,
the
light
nevertheless
begins
to
penetrate
our
country
places
.
Thus
on
Tuesday
our
little
town
of
Yonville
found
itself
the
scene
of
a
surgical
operation
which
is
at
the
same
time
an
,
act
of
loftiest
philanthropy
.
Monsieur
Bovary
,
one
of
our
,
most
distinguished
practitioners
--
'
"
"
Oh
,
that
is
too
much
!
too
much
!
"
said
Charles
,
choking
with
emotion
.
"
No
,
no
!
not
at
all
!
What
next
!
"
"
'
--
Performed
an
operation
on
a
club-footed
man
.
'
I
have
not
used
the
scientific
term
,
because
you
know
in
a
newspaper
everyone
would
not
perhaps
understand
.
The
masses
must
--
'
"
"
No
doubt
,
"
said
Bovary
;
"
go
on
!
"
"
I
proceed
,
"
said
the
chemist
.
"
'
Monsieur
Bovary
,
one
of
our
most
distinguished
practitioners
,
performed
an
operation
on
a
club-footed
man
called
Hippolyte
Tautain
,
stableman
for
the
last
twenty-five
years
at
the
hotel
of
the
"
Lion
d'Or
,
"
kept
by
Widow
Lefrancois
,
at
the
Place
d'Armes
.
The
novelty
of
the
attempt
,
and
the
interest
incident
to
the
subject
,
had
attracted
such
a
concourse
of
persons
that
there
was
a
veritable
obstruction
on
the
threshold
of
the
establishment
.
The
operation
,
moreover
,
was
performed
as
if
by
magic
,
and
barely
a
few
drops
of
blood
appeared
on
the
skin
,
as
though
to
say
that
the
rebellious
tendon
had
at
last
given
way
beneath
the
efforts
of
art
.
The
patient
,
strangely
enough
--
we
affirm
it
as
an
eye-witness
--
complained
of
no
pain
.
His
condition
up
to
the
present
time
leaves
nothing
to
be
desired
.
Everything
tends
to
show
that
his
convelescence
will
be
brief
;
and
who
knows
even
if
at
our
next
village
festivity
we
shall
not
see
our
good
Hippolyte
figuring
in
the
bacchic
dance
in
the
midst
of
a
chorus
of
joyous
boon-companions
,
and
thus
proving
to
all
eyes
by
his
verve
and
his
capers
his
complete
cure
?
Honour
,
then
,
to
the
generous
savants
!
Honour
to
those
indefatigable
spirits
who
consecrate
their
vigils
to
the
amelioration
or
to
the
alleviation
of
their
kind
!
Honour
,
thrice
honour
!
Is
it
not
time
to
cry
that
the
blind
shall
see
,
the
deaf
hear
,
the
lame
walk
?
But
that
which
fanaticism
formerly
promised
to
its
elect
,
science
now
accomplishes
for
all
men
.
We
shall
keep
our
readers
informed
as
to
the
successive
phases
of
this
remarkable
cure
.
'
"
This
did
not
prevent
Mere
Lefrancois
,
from
coming
five
days
after
,
scared
,
and
crying
out
--
"
Help
!
he
is
dying
!
I
am
going
crazy
!
"
