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He
had
so
often
heard
these
things
said
that
they
did
not
strike
him
as
original
.
Emma
was
like
all
his
mistresses
;
and
the
charm
of
novelty
,
gradually
falling
away
like
a
garment
,
laid
bare
the
eternal
monotony
of
passion
,
that
has
always
the
same
forms
and
the
same
language
.
He
did
not
distinguish
,
this
man
of
so
much
experience
,
the
difference
of
sentiment
beneath
the
sameness
of
expression
.
Because
lips
libertine
and
venal
had
murmured
such
words
to
him
,
he
believed
but
little
in
the
candour
of
hers
;
exaggerated
speeches
hiding
mediocre
affections
must
be
discounted
;
as
if
the
fullness
of
the
soul
did
not
sometimes
overflow
in
the
emptiest
metaphors
,
since
no
one
can
ever
give
the
exact
measure
of
his
needs
,
nor
of
his
conceptions
,
nor
of
his
sorrows
;
and
since
human
speech
is
like
a
cracked
tin
kettle
,
on
which
we
hammer
out
tunes
to
make
bears
dance
when
we
long
to
move
the
stars
.
But
with
that
superior
critical
judgment
that
belongs
to
him
who
,
in
no
matter
what
circumstance
,
holds
back
,
Rodolphe
saw
other
delights
to
be
got
out
of
this
love
.
He
thought
all
modesty
in
the
way
.
He
treated
her
quite
sans
facon
.
He
made
of
her
something
supple
and
corrupt
.
Hers
was
an
idiotic
sort
of
attachment
,
full
of
admiration
for
him
,
of
voluptuousness
for
her
,
a
beatitude
that
benumbed
her
;
her
soul
sank
into
this
drunkenness
,
shrivelled
up
,
drowned
in
it
,
like
Clarence
in
his
butt
of
Malmsey
.
By
the
mere
effect
of
her
love
Madame
Bovary
's
manners
changed
.
Her
looks
grew
bolder
,
her
speech
more
free
;
she
even
committed
the
impropriety
of
walking
out
with
Monsieur
Rodolphe
,
a
cigarette
in
her
mouth
,
"
as
if
to
defy
the
people
.
"
At
last
,
those
who
still
doubted
doubted
no
longer
when
one
day
they
saw
her
getting
out
of
the
"
Hirondelle
,
"
her
waist
squeezed
into
a
waistcoat
like
a
man
;
and
Madame
Bovary
senior
,
who
,
after
a
fearful
scene
with
her
husband
,
had
taken
refuge
at
her
son
's
,
was
not
the
least
scandalised
of
the
women-folk
.
Many
other
things
displeased
her
.
First
,
Charles
had
not
attended
to
her
advice
about
the
forbidding
of
novels
;
then
the
"
ways
of
the
house
"
annoyed
her
;
she
allowed
herself
to
make
some
remarks
,
and
there
were
quarrels
,
especially
one
on
account
of
Felicite
.
Madame
Bovary
senior
,
the
evening
before
,
passing
along
the
passage
,
had
surprised
her
in
company
of
a
man
--
a
man
with
a
brown
collar
,
about
forty
years
old
,
who
,
at
the
sound
of
her
step
,
had
quickly
escaped
through
the
kitchen
.
Then
Emma
began
to
laugh
,
but
the
good
lady
grew
angry
,
declaring
that
unless
morals
were
to
be
laughed
at
one
ought
to
look
after
those
of
one
's
servants
.
"
Where
were
you
brought
up
?
"
asked
the
daughter-in-law
,
with
so
impertinent
a
look
that
Madame
Bovary
asked
her
if
she
were
not
perhaps
defending
her
own
case
.
"
Leave
the
room
!
"
said
the
young
woman
,
springing
up
with
a
bound
.
"
Emma
!
Mamma
!
"
cried
Charles
,
trying
to
reconcile
them
.
But
both
had
fled
in
their
exasperation
.
Emma
was
stamping
her
feet
as
she
repeated
--
"
Oh
!
what
manners
!
What
a
peasant
!
"
