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When
he
came
home
in
the
middle
of
the
night
,
he
did
not
dare
to
wake
her
.
The
porcelain
night-light
threw
a
round
trembling
gleam
upon
the
ceiling
,
and
the
drawn
curtains
of
the
little
cot
formed
as
it
were
a
white
hut
standing
out
in
the
shade
,
and
by
the
bedside
Charles
looked
at
them
.
He
seemed
to
hear
the
light
breathing
of
his
child
.
She
would
grow
big
now
;
every
season
would
bring
rapid
progress
.
He
already
saw
her
coming
from
school
as
the
day
drew
in
,
laughing
,
with
ink-stains
on
her
jacket
,
and
carrying
her
basket
on
her
arm
.
Then
she
would
have
to
be
sent
to
the
boarding-school
;
that
would
cost
much
;
how
was
it
to
be
done
?
Then
he
reflected
.
He
thought
of
hiring
a
small
farm
in
the
neighbourhood
,
that
he
would
superintend
every
morning
on
his
way
to
his
patients
.
He
would
save
up
what
he
brought
in
;
he
would
put
it
in
the
savings-bank
.
Then
he
would
buy
shares
somewhere
,
no
matter
where
;
besides
,
his
practice
would
increase
;
he
counted
upon
that
,
for
he
wanted
Berthe
to
be
well-educated
,
to
be
accomplished
,
to
learn
to
play
the
piano
.
Ah
!
how
pretty
she
would
be
later
on
when
she
was
fifteen
,
when
,
resembling
her
mother
,
she
would
,
like
her
,
wear
large
straw
hats
in
the
summer-time
;
from
a
distance
they
would
be
taken
for
two
sisters
.
He
pictured
her
to
himself
working
in
the
evening
by
their
side
beneath
the
light
of
the
lamp
;
she
would
embroider
him
slippers
;
she
would
look
after
the
house
;
she
would
fill
all
the
home
with
her
charm
and
her
gaiety
.
At
last
,
they
would
think
of
her
marriage
;
they
would
find
her
some
good
young
fellow
with
a
steady
business
;
he
would
make
her
happy
;
this
would
last
for
ever
.
Emma
was
not
asleep
;
she
pretended
to
be
;
and
while
he
dozed
off
by
her
side
she
awakened
to
other
dreams
.
To
the
gallop
of
four
horses
she
was
carried
away
for
a
week
towards
a
new
land
,
whence
they
would
return
no
more
.
They
went
on
and
on
,
their
arms
entwined
,
without
a
word
.
Often
from
the
top
of
a
mountain
there
suddenly
glimpsed
some
splendid
city
with
domes
,
and
bridges
,
and
ships
,
forests
of
citron
trees
,
and
cathedrals
of
white
marble
,
on
whose
pointed
steeples
were
storks
'
nests
.
They
went
at
a
walking-pace
because
of
the
great
flag-stones
,
and
on
the
ground
there
were
bouquets
of
flowers
,
offered
you
by
women
dressed
in
red
bodices
.
They
heard
the
chiming
of
bells
,
the
neighing
of
mules
,
together
with
the
murmur
of
guitars
and
the
noise
of
fountains
,
whose
rising
spray
refreshed
heaps
of
fruit
arranged
like
a
pyramid
at
the
foot
of
pale
statues
that
smiled
beneath
playing
waters
.
And
then
,
one
night
they
came
to
a
fishing
village
,
where
brown
nets
were
drying
in
the
wind
along
the
cliffs
and
in
front
of
the
huts
.
It
was
there
that
they
would
stay
;
they
would
live
in
a
low
,
flat-roofed
house
,
shaded
by
a
palm-tree
,
in
the
heart
of
a
gulf
,
by
the
sea
.
They
would
row
in
gondolas
,
swing
in
hammocks
,
and
their
existence
would
be
easy
and
large
as
their
silk
gowns
,
warm
and
star-spangled
as
the
nights
they
would
contemplate
.
However
,
in
the
immensity
of
this
future
that
she
conjured
up
,
nothing
special
stood
forth
;
the
days
,
all
magnificent
,
resembled
each
other
like
waves
;
and
it
swayed
in
the
horizon
,
infinite
,
harmonised
,
azure
,
and
bathed
in
sunshine
.
But
the
child
began
to
cough
in
her
cot
or
Bovary
snored
more
loudly
,
and
Emma
did
not
fall
asleep
till
morning
,
when
the
dawn
whitened
the
windows
,
and
when
little
Justin
was
already
in
the
square
taking
down
the
shutters
of
the
chemist
's
shop
.
She
had
sent
for
Monsieur
Lheureux
,
and
had
said
to
him
--
"
I
want
a
cloak
--
a
large
lined
cloak
with
a
deep
collar
.
"
"
You
are
going
on
a
journey
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
;
but
--
never
mind
.
I
may
count
on
you
,
may
I
not
,
and
quickly
?
"
He
bowed
.
