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"
And
since
when
?
"
"
Turn
them
out
!
turn
them
out
!
"
People
were
looking
at
them
.
They
were
silent
.
But
from
that
moment
she
listened
no
more
;
and
the
chorus
of
the
guests
,
the
scene
between
Ashton
and
his
servant
,
the
grand
duet
in
D
major
,
all
were
for
her
as
far
off
as
if
the
instruments
had
grown
less
sonorous
and
the
characters
more
remote
.
She
remembered
the
games
at
cards
at
the
druggist
's
,
and
the
walk
to
the
nurse
's
,
the
reading
in
the
arbour
,
the
tete-a-tete
by
the
fireside
--
all
that
poor
love
,
so
calm
and
so
protracted
,
so
discreet
,
so
tender
,
and
that
she
had
nevertheless
forgotten
.
And
why
had
he
come
back
?
What
combination
of
circumstances
had
brought
him
back
into
her
life
?
He
was
standing
behind
her
,
leaning
with
his
shoulder
against
the
wall
of
the
box
;
now
and
again
she
felt
herself
shuddering
beneath
the
hot
breath
from
his
nostrils
falling
upon
her
hair
.
"
Does
this
amuse
you
?
"
said
he
,
bending
over
her
so
closely
that
the
end
of
his
moustache
brushed
her
cheek
.
She
replied
carelessly
--
"
Oh
,
dear
me
,
no
,
not
much
.
"
Then
he
proposed
that
they
should
leave
the
theatre
and
go
and
take
an
ice
somewhere
.
"
Oh
,
not
yet
;
let
us
stay
,
"
said
Bovary
.
"
Her
hair
's
undone
;
this
is
going
to
be
tragic
.
"
But
the
mad
scene
did
not
at
all
interest
Emma
,
and
the
acting
of
the
singer
seemed
to
her
exaggerated
.
"
She
screams
too
loud
,
"
said
she
,
turning
to
Charles
,
who
was
listening
.
"
Yes
--
a
little
,
"
he
replied
,
undecided
between
the
frankness
of
his
pleasure
and
his
respect
for
his
wife
's
opinion
.
