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"
Really
!
"
she
said
with
a
voluptuous
laugh
.
"
Do
you
love
me
?
Swear
it
then
!
"
"
Do
I
love
you
--
love
you
?
I
adore
you
,
my
love
.
"
The
moon
,
full
and
purple-coloured
,
was
rising
right
out
of
the
earth
at
the
end
of
the
meadow
.
She
rose
quickly
between
the
branches
of
the
poplars
,
that
hid
her
here
and
there
like
a
black
curtain
pierced
with
holes
.
Then
she
appeared
dazzling
with
whiteness
in
the
empty
heavens
that
she
lit
up
,
and
now
sailing
more
slowly
along
,
let
fall
upon
the
river
a
great
stain
that
broke
up
into
an
infinity
of
stars
;
and
the
silver
sheen
seemed
to
writhe
through
the
very
depths
like
a
heedless
serpent
covered
with
luminous
scales
;
it
also
resembled
some
monster
candelabra
all
along
which
sparkled
drops
of
diamonds
running
together
.
The
soft
night
was
about
them
;
masses
of
shadow
filled
the
branches
.
Emma
,
her
eyes
half
closed
,
breathed
in
with
deep
sighs
the
fresh
wind
that
was
blowing
.
They
did
not
speak
,
lost
as
they
were
in
the
rush
of
their
reverie
.
The
tenderness
of
the
old
days
came
back
to
their
hearts
,
full
and
silent
as
the
flowing
river
,
with
the
softness
of
the
perfume
of
the
syringas
,
and
threw
across
their
memories
shadows
more
immense
and
more
sombre
than
those
of
the
still
willows
that
lengthened
out
over
the
grass
.
Often
some
night-animal
,
hedgehog
or
weasel
,
setting
out
on
the
hunt
,
disturbed
the
lovers
,
or
sometimes
they
heard
a
ripe
peach
falling
all
alone
from
the
espalier
.
"
Ah
!
what
a
lovely
night
!
"
said
Rodolphe
.
"
We
shall
have
others
,
"
replied
Emma
;
and
,
as
if
speaking
to
herself
:
"
Yet
,
it
will
be
good
to
travel
.
And
yet
,
why
should
my
heart
be
so
heavy
?
Is
it
dread
of
the
unknown
?
The
effect
of
habits
left
?
Or
rather
--
?
No
;
it
is
the
excess
of
happiness
.
How
weak
I
am
,
am
I
not
?
Forgive
me
!
"
"
There
is
still
time
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Reflect
!
perhaps
you
may
repent
!
"
"
Never
!
"
she
cried
impetuously
.
And
coming
closer
to
him
:
"
What
ill
could
come
to
me
?
There
is
no
desert
,
no
precipice
,
no
ocean
I
would
not
traverse
with
you
.
The
longer
we
live
together
the
more
it
will
be
like
an
embrace
,
every
day
closer
,
more
heart
to
heart
.
There
will
be
nothing
to
trouble
us
,
no
cares
,
no
obstacle
.
We
shall
be
alone
,
all
to
ourselves
eternally
.
Oh
,
speak
!
Answer
me
!
"
At
regular
intervals
he
answered
,
"
Yes
--
Yes
--
"
She
had
passed
her
hands
through
his
hair
,
and
she
repeated
in
a
childlike
voice
,
despite
the
big
tears
which
were
falling
,
"
Rodolphe
!
Rodolphe
!
Ah
!
Rodolphe
!
dear
little
Rodolphe
!
"
Midnight
struck
.
