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The
beadle
,
standing
aloof
,
was
inwardly
angry
at
this
individual
who
took
the
liberty
of
admiring
the
cathedral
by
himself
.
He
seemed
to
him
to
be
conducting
himself
in
a
monstrous
fashion
,
to
be
robbing
him
in
a
sort
,
and
almost
committing
sacrilege
.
But
a
rustle
of
silk
on
the
flags
,
the
tip
of
a
bonnet
,
a
lined
cloak
--
it
was
she
!
Leon
rose
and
ran
to
meet
her
.
Emma
was
pale
.
She
walked
fast
.
"
Read
!
"
she
said
,
holding
out
a
paper
to
him
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
"
And
she
abruptly
withdrew
her
hand
to
enter
the
chapel
of
the
Virgin
,
where
,
kneeling
on
a
chair
,
she
began
to
pray
.
The
young
man
was
irritated
at
this
bigot
fancy
;
then
he
nevertheless
experienced
a
certain
charm
in
seeing
her
,
in
the
middle
of
a
rendezvous
,
thus
lost
in
her
devotions
,
like
an
Andalusian
marchioness
;
then
he
grew
bored
,
for
she
seemed
never
coming
to
an
end
.
Emma
prayed
,
or
rather
strove
to
pray
,
hoping
that
some
sudden
resolution
might
descend
to
her
from
heaven
;
and
to
draw
down
divine
aid
she
filled
full
her
eyes
with
the
splendours
of
the
tabernacle
.
She
breathed
in
the
perfumes
of
the
full-blown
flowers
in
the
large
vases
,
and
listened
to
the
stillness
of
the
church
,
that
only
heightened
the
tumult
of
her
heart
.
She
rose
,
and
they
were
about
to
leave
,
when
the
beadle
came
forward
,
hurriedly
saying
--
"
Madame
,
no
doubt
,
does
not
belong
to
these
parts
?
Madame
would
like
to
see
the
curiosities
of
the
church
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
!
"
cried
the
clerk
.
