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Perhaps
he
no
longer
remembered
his
suppers
with
girls
after
masked
balls
;
and
no
doubt
she
did
not
recollect
the
rendezvous
of
old
when
she
ran
across
the
fields
in
the
morning
to
her
lover
's
house
.
The
noises
of
the
town
hardly
reached
them
,
and
the
room
seemed
small
,
as
if
on
purpose
to
hem
in
their
solitude
more
closely
.
Emma
,
in
a
dimity
dressing-gown
,
leant
her
head
against
the
back
of
the
old
arm-chair
;
the
yellow
wall-paper
formed
,
as
it
were
,
a
golden
background
behind
her
,
and
her
bare
head
was
mirrored
in
the
glass
with
the
white
parting
in
the
middle
,
and
the
tip
of
her
ears
peeping
out
from
the
folds
of
her
hair
.
"
But
pardon
me
!
"
she
said
.
"
It
is
wrong
of
me
.
I
weary
you
with
my
eternal
complaints
.
"
"
No
,
never
,
never
!
"
"
If
you
knew
,
"
she
went
on
,
raising
to
the
ceiling
her
beautiful
eyes
,
in
which
a
tear
was
trembling
,
"
all
that
I
had
dreamed
!
"
"
And
I
!
Oh
,
I
too
have
suffered
!
Often
I
went
out
;
I
went
away
.
I
dragged
myself
along
the
quays
,
seeking
distraction
amid
the
din
of
the
crowd
without
being
able
to
banish
the
heaviness
that
weighed
upon
me
.
In
an
engraver
's
shop
on
the
boulevard
there
is
an
Italian
print
of
one
of
the
Muses
.
She
is
draped
in
a
tunic
,
and
she
is
looking
at
the
moon
,
with
forget-me-nots
in
her
flowing
hair
.
Something
drove
me
there
continually
;
I
stayed
there
hours
together
.
"
Then
in
a
trembling
voice
,
"
She
resembled
you
a
little
.
"
Madame
Bovary
turned
away
her
head
that
he
might
not
see
the
irrepressible
smile
she
felt
rising
to
her
lips
.
"
Often
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
I
wrote
you
letters
that
I
tore
up
.
"
She
did
not
answer
.
He
continued
--
"
I
sometimes
fancied
that
some
chance
would
bring
you
.
I
thought
I
recognised
you
at
street-corners
,
and
I
ran
after
all
the
carriages
through
whose
windows
I
saw
a
shawl
fluttering
,
a
veil
like
yours
.
"
