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"
We
will
take
her
!
It
ca
n't
be
helped
!
"
"
What
a
woman
!
"
he
said
to
himself
,
watching
her
as
she
went
.
For
she
had
run
into
the
garden
.
Someone
was
calling
her
.
On
the
following
days
Madame
Bovary
senior
was
much
surprised
at
the
change
in
her
daughter-in-law
.
Emma
,
in
fact
,
was
showing
herself
more
docile
,
and
even
carried
her
deference
so
far
as
to
ask
for
a
recipe
for
pickling
gherkins
.
Was
it
the
better
to
deceive
them
both
?
Or
did
she
wish
by
a
sort
of
voluptuous
stoicism
to
feel
the
more
profoundly
the
bitterness
of
the
things
she
was
about
to
leave
?
But
she
paid
no
heed
to
them
;
on
the
contrary
,
she
lived
as
lost
in
the
anticipated
delight
of
her
coming
happiness
.
It
was
an
eternal
subject
for
conversation
with
Rodolphe
.
She
leant
on
his
shoulder
murmuring
--
"
Ah
!
when
we
are
in
the
mail-coach
!
Do
you
think
about
it
?
Can
it
be
?
It
seems
to
me
that
the
moment
I
feel
the
carriage
start
,
it
will
be
as
if
we
were
rising
in
a
balloon
,
as
if
we
were
setting
out
for
the
clouds
.
Do
you
know
that
I
count
the
hours
?
And
you
?
"
Never
had
Madame
Bovary
been
so
beautiful
as
at
this
period
;
she
had
that
indefinable
beauty
that
results
from
joy
,
from
enthusiasm
,
from
success
,
and
that
is
only
the
harmony
of
temperament
with
circumstances
.
Her
desires
,
her
sorrows
,
the
experience
of
pleasure
,
and
her
ever-young
illusions
,
that
had
,
as
soil
and
rain
and
winds
and
the
sun
make
flowers
grow
,
gradually
developed
her
,
and
she
at
length
blossomed
forth
in
all
the
plenitude
of
her
nature
.
Her
eyelids
seemed
chiselled
expressly
for
her
long
amorous
looks
in
which
the
pupil
disappeared
,
while
a
strong
inspiration
expanded
her
delicate
nostrils
and
raised
the
fleshy
corner
of
her
lips
,
shaded
in
the
light
by
a
little
black
down
.
One
would
have
thought
that
an
artist
apt
in
conception
had
arranged
the
curls
of
hair
upon
her
neck
;
they
fell
in
a
thick
mass
,
negligently
,
and
with
the
changing
chances
of
their
adultery
,
that
unbound
them
every
day
.
Her
voice
now
took
more
mellow
infections
,
her
figure
also
;
something
subtle
and
penetrating
escaped
even
from
the
folds
of
her
gown
and
from
the
line
of
her
foot
.
Charles
,
as
when
they
were
first
married
,
thought
her
delicious
and
quite
irresistible
.
