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The
young
man
took
one
.
It
was
the
first
time
that
he
had
bought
flowers
for
a
woman
,
and
his
breast
,
as
he
smelt
them
,
swelled
with
pride
,
as
if
this
homage
that
he
meant
for
another
had
recoiled
upon
himself
.
But
he
was
afraid
of
being
seen
;
he
resolutely
entered
the
church
.
The
beadle
,
who
was
just
then
standing
on
the
threshold
in
the
middle
of
the
left
doorway
,
under
the
"
Dancing
Marianne
,
"
with
feather
cap
,
and
rapier
dangling
against
his
calves
,
came
in
,
more
majestic
than
a
cardinal
,
and
as
shining
as
a
saint
on
a
holy
pyx
.
He
came
towards
Leon
,
and
,
with
that
smile
of
wheedling
benignity
assumed
by
ecclesiastics
when
they
question
children
--
"
The
gentleman
,
no
doubt
,
does
not
belong
to
these
parts
?
The
gentleman
would
like
to
see
the
curiosities
of
the
church
?
"
"
No
!
"
said
the
other
.
And
he
first
went
round
the
lower
aisles
.
Then
he
went
out
to
look
at
the
Place
.
Emma
was
not
coming
yet
.
He
went
up
again
to
the
choir
.
The
nave
was
reflected
in
the
full
fonts
with
the
beginning
of
the
arches
and
some
portions
of
the
glass
windows
.
But
the
reflections
of
the
paintings
,
broken
by
the
marble
rim
,
were
continued
farther
on
upon
the
flag-stones
,
like
a
many-coloured
carpet
.
The
broad
daylight
from
without
streamed
into
the
church
in
three
enormous
rays
from
the
three
opened
portals
.
From
time
to
time
at
the
upper
end
a
sacristan
passed
,
making
the
oblique
genuflexion
of
devout
persons
in
a
hurry
.
The
crystal
lustres
hung
motionless
.
In
the
choir
a
silver
lamp
was
burning
,
and
from
the
side
chapels
and
dark
places
of
the
church
sometimes
rose
sounds
like
sighs
,
with
the
clang
of
a
closing
grating
,
its
echo
reverberating
under
the
lofty
vault
.
Leon
with
solemn
steps
walked
along
by
the
walls
.
Life
had
never
seemed
so
good
to
him
.
She
would
come
directly
,
charming
,
agitated
,
looking
back
at
the
glances
that
followed
her
,
and
with
her
flounced
dress
,
her
gold
eyeglass
,
her
thin
shoes
,
with
all
sorts
of
elegant
trifles
that
he
had
never
enjoyed
,
and
with
the
ineffable
seduction
of
yielding
virtue
.
The
church
like
a
huge
boudoir
spread
around
her
;
the
arches
bent
down
to
gather
in
the
shade
the
confession
of
her
love
;
the
windows
shone
resplendent
to
illumine
her
face
,
and
the
censers
would
burn
that
she
might
appear
like
an
angel
amid
the
fumes
of
the
sweet-smelling
odours
.
But
she
did
not
come
.
He
sat
down
on
a
chair
,
and
his
eyes
fell
upon
a
blue
stained
window
representing
boatmen
carrying
baskets
.
He
looked
at
it
long
,
attentively
,
and
he
counted
the
scales
of
the
fishes
and
the
button-holes
of
the
doublets
,
while
his
thoughts
wandered
off
towards
Emma
.
