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"
But
what
can
I
do
?
"
he
cried
one
day
impatiently
.
"
Ah
!
if
you
would
--
"
She
was
sitting
on
the
floor
between
his
knees
,
her
hair
loose
,
her
look
lost
.
"
Why
,
what
?
"
said
Rodolphe
.
She
sighed
.
"
We
would
go
and
live
elsewhere
--
somewhere
!
"
"
You
are
really
mad
!
"
he
said
laughing
.
"
How
could
that
be
possible
?
"
She
returned
to
the
subject
;
he
pretended
not
to
understand
,
and
turned
the
conversation
.
What
he
did
not
understand
was
all
this
worry
about
so
simple
an
affair
as
love
.
She
had
a
motive
,
a
reason
,
and
,
as
it
were
,
a
pendant
to
her
affection
.
Her
tenderness
,
in
fact
,
grew
each
day
with
her
repulsion
to
her
husband
.
The
more
she
gave
up
herself
to
the
one
,
the
more
she
loathed
the
other
.
Never
had
Charles
seemed
to
her
so
disagreeable
,
to
have
such
stodgy
fingers
,
such
vulgar
ways
,
to
be
so
dull
as
when
they
found
themselves
together
after
her
meeting
with
Rodolphe
.
Then
,
while
playing
the
spouse
and
virtue
,
she
was
burning
at
the
thought
of
that
head
whose
black
hair
fell
in
a
curl
over
the
sunburnt
brow
,
of
that
form
at
once
so
strong
and
elegant
,
of
that
man
,
in
a
word
,
who
had
such
experience
in
his
reasoning
,
such
passion
in
his
desires
.
