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It
was
for
him
that
she
filed
her
nails
with
the
care
of
a
chaser
,
and
that
there
was
never
enough
cold-cream
for
her
skin
,
nor
of
patchouli
for
her
handkerchiefs
.
She
loaded
herself
with
bracelets
,
rings
,
and
necklaces
.
When
he
was
coming
she
filled
the
two
large
blue
glass
vases
with
roses
,
and
prepared
her
room
and
her
person
like
a
courtesan
expecting
a
prince
.
The
servant
had
to
be
constantly
washing
linen
,
and
all
day
Felicite
did
not
stir
from
the
kitchen
,
where
little
Justin
,
who
often
kept
her
company
,
watched
her
at
work
.
With
his
elbows
on
the
long
board
on
which
she
was
ironing
,
he
greedily
watched
all
these
women
's
clothes
spread
about
him
,
the
dimity
petticoats
,
the
fichus
,
the
collars
,
and
the
drawers
with
running
strings
,
wide
at
the
hips
and
growing
narrower
below
.
"
What
is
that
for
?
"
asked
the
young
fellow
,
passing
his
hand
over
the
crinoline
or
the
hooks
and
eyes
.
"
Why
,
have
n't
you
ever
seen
anything
?
"
Felicite
answered
laughing
.
"
As
if
your
mistress
,
Madame
Homais
,
did
n't
wear
the
same
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
daresay
!
Madame
Homais
!
"
And
he
added
with
a
meditative
air
,
"
As
if
she
were
a
lady
like
madame
!
"
But
Felicite
grew
impatient
of
seeing
him
hanging
round
her
.
She
was
six
years
older
than
he
,
and
Theodore
,
Monsieur
Guillaumin
's
servant
,
was
beginning
to
pay
court
to
her
.
"
Let
me
alone
,
"
she
said
,
moving
her
pot
of
starch
.
"
You
'd
better
be
off
and
pound
almonds
;
you
are
always
dangling
about
women
.
Before
you
meddle
with
such
things
,
bad
boy
,
wait
till
you
've
got
a
beard
to
your
chin
.
"
"
Oh
,
do
n't
be
cross
!
I
'll
go
and
clean
her
boots
.
"
And
he
at
once
took
down
from
the
shelf
Emma
's
boots
,
all
coated
with
mud
,
the
mud
of
the
rendezvous
,
that
crumbled
into
powder
beneath
his
fingers
,
and
that
he
watched
as
it
gently
rose
in
a
ray
of
sunlight
.
"
How
afraid
you
are
of
spoiling
them
!
"
said
the
servant
,
who
was
n't
so
particular
when
she
cleaned
them
herself
,
because
as
soon
as
the
stuff
of
the
boots
was
no
longer
fresh
madame
handed
them
over
to
her
.
