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Then
bending
his
head
over
her
shoulder
,
he
seemed
to
beg
the
consent
of
her
eyes
.
They
fell
upon
him
full
of
an
icy
dignity
.
Leon
stepped
back
to
go
out
.
He
stopped
on
the
threshold
;
then
he
whispered
with
a
trembling
voice
,
"
Tomorrow
!
"
She
answered
with
a
nod
,
and
disappeared
like
a
bird
into
the
next
room
.
In
the
evening
Emma
wrote
the
clerk
an
interminable
letter
,
in
which
she
cancelled
the
rendezvous
;
all
was
over
;
they
must
not
,
for
the
sake
of
their
happiness
,
meet
again
.
But
when
the
letter
was
finished
,
as
she
did
not
know
Leon
's
address
,
she
was
puzzled
.
"
I
'll
give
it
to
him
myself
,
"
she
said
;
"
he
will
come
.
"
The
next
morning
,
at
the
open
window
,
and
humming
on
his
balcony
,
Leon
himself
varnished
his
pumps
with
several
coatings
.
He
put
on
white
trousers
,
fine
socks
,
a
green
coat
,
emptied
all
the
scent
he
had
into
his
handkerchief
,
then
having
had
his
hair
curled
,
he
uncurled
it
again
,
in
order
to
give
it
a
more
natural
elegance
.
"
It
is
still
too
early
,
"
he
thought
,
looking
at
the
hairdresser
's
cuckoo-clock
,
that
pointed
to
the
hour
of
nine
.
He
read
an
old
fashion
journal
,
went
out
,
smoked
a
cigar
,
walked
up
three
streets
,
thought
it
was
time
,
and
went
slowly
towards
the
porch
of
Notre
Dame
.
It
was
a
beautiful
summer
morning
.
Silver
plate
sparkled
in
the
jeweller
's
windows
,
and
the
light
falling
obliquely
on
the
cathedral
made
mirrors
of
the
corners
of
the
grey
stones
;
a
flock
of
birds
fluttered
in
the
grey
sky
round
the
trefoil
bell-turrets
;
the
square
,
resounding
with
cries
,
was
fragrant
with
the
flowers
that
bordered
its
pavement
,
roses
,
jasmines
,
pinks
,
narcissi
,
and
tube-roses
,
unevenly
spaced
out
between
moist
grasses
,
catmint
,
and
chickweed
for
the
birds
;
the
fountains
gurgled
in
the
centre
,
and
under
large
umbrellas
,
amidst
melons
,
piled
up
in
heaps
,
flower-women
,
bare-headed
,
were
twisting
paper
round
bunches
of
violets
.
