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"
If
she
asks
after
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
will
tell
her
that
I
have
gone
on
a
journey
.
You
must
give
the
basket
to
her
herself
,
into
her
own
hands
.
Get
along
and
take
care
!
"
Girard
put
on
his
new
blouse
,
knotted
his
handkerchief
round
the
apricots
,
and
walking
with
great
heavy
steps
in
his
thick
iron-bound
galoshes
,
made
his
way
to
Yonville
.
Madame
Bovary
,
when
he
got
to
her
house
,
was
arranging
a
bundle
of
linen
on
the
kitchen-table
with
Felicite
.
"
Here
,
"
said
the
ploughboy
,
"
is
something
for
you
--
from
the
master
.
"
She
was
seized
with
apprehension
,
and
as
she
sought
in
her
pocket
for
some
coppers
,
she
looked
at
the
peasant
with
haggard
eyes
,
while
he
himself
looked
at
her
with
amazement
,
not
understanding
how
such
a
present
could
so
move
anyone
.
At
last
he
went
out
.
Felicite
remained
.
She
could
bear
it
no
longer
;
she
ran
into
the
sitting
room
as
if
to
take
the
apricots
there
,
overturned
the
basket
,
tore
away
the
leaves
,
found
the
letter
,
opened
it
,
and
,
as
if
some
fearful
fire
were
behind
her
,
Emma
flew
to
her
room
terrified
.
Charles
was
there
;
she
saw
him
;
he
spoke
to
her
;
she
heard
nothing
,
and
she
went
on
quickly
up
the
stairs
,
breathless
,
distraught
,
dumb
,
and
ever
holding
this
horrible
piece
of
paper
,
that
crackled
between
her
fingers
like
a
plate
of
sheet-iron
.
On
the
second
floor
she
stopped
before
the
attic
door
,
which
was
closed
.
Then
she
tried
to
calm
herself
;
she
recalled
the
letter
;
she
must
finish
it
;
she
did
not
dare
to
.
And
where
?
How
?
She
would
be
seen
!
"
Ah
,
no
!
here
,
"
she
thought
,
"
I
shall
be
all
right
.
"
Emma
pushed
open
the
door
and
went
in
.
The
slates
threw
straight
down
a
heavy
heat
that
gripped
her
temples
,
stifled
her
;
she
dragged
herself
to
the
closed
garret-window
.
She
drew
back
the
bolt
,
and
the
dazzling
light
burst
in
with
a
leap
.
Opposite
,
beyond
the
roofs
,
stretched
the
open
country
till
it
was
lost
to
sight
.
Down
below
,
underneath
her
,
the
village
square
was
empty
;
the
stones
of
the
pavement
glittered
,
the
weathercocks
on
the
houses
were
motionless
.
