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"
But
lessons
,
"
she
replied
,
"
are
only
of
use
when
followed
up
.
"
And
thus
it
was
she
set
about
obtaining
her
husband
's
permission
to
go
to
town
once
a
week
to
see
her
lover
.
At
the
end
of
a
month
she
was
even
considered
to
have
made
considerable
progress
.
She
went
on
Thursdays
.
She
got
up
and
dressed
silently
,
in
order
not
to
awaken
Charles
,
who
would
have
made
remarks
about
her
getting
ready
too
early
.
Next
she
walked
up
and
down
,
went
to
the
windows
,
and
looked
out
at
the
Place
.
The
early
dawn
was
broadening
between
the
pillars
of
the
market
,
and
the
chemist
's
shop
,
with
the
shutters
still
up
,
showed
in
the
pale
light
of
the
dawn
the
large
letters
of
his
signboard
.
When
the
clock
pointed
to
a
quarter
past
seven
,
she
went
off
to
the
"
Lion
d'Or
,
"
whose
door
Artemise
opened
yawning
.
The
girl
then
made
up
the
coals
covered
by
the
cinders
,
and
Emma
remained
alone
in
the
kitchen
.
Now
and
again
she
went
out
.
Hivert
was
leisurely
harnessing
his
horses
,
listening
,
moreover
,
to
Mere
Lefrancois
,
who
,
passing
her
head
and
nightcap
through
a
grating
,
was
charging
him
with
commissions
and
giving
him
explanations
that
would
have
confused
anyone
else
.
Emma
kept
beating
the
soles
of
her
boots
against
the
pavement
of
the
yard
.
At
last
,
when
he
had
eaten
his
soup
,
put
on
his
cloak
,
lighted
his
pipe
,
and
grasped
his
whip
,
he
calmly
installed
himself
on
his
seat
.
The
"
Hirondelle
"
started
at
a
slow
trot
,
and
for
about
a
mile
stopped
here
and
there
to
pick
up
passengers
who
waited
for
it
,
standing
at
the
border
of
the
road
,
in
front
of
their
yard
gates
.
Those
who
had
secured
seats
the
evening
before
kept
it
waiting
;
some
even
were
still
in
bed
in
their
houses
.
Hivert
called
,
shouted
,
swore
;
then
he
got
down
from
his
seat
and
went
and
knocked
loudly
at
the
doors
.
The
wind
blew
through
the
cracked
windows
.
The
four
seats
,
however
,
filled
up
.
The
carriage
rolled
off
;
rows
of
apple-trees
followed
one
upon
another
,
and
the
road
between
its
two
long
ditches
,
full
of
yellow
water
,
rose
,
constantly
narrowing
towards
the
horizon
.
Emma
knew
it
from
end
to
end
;
she
knew
that
after
a
meadow
there
was
a
sign-post
,
next
an
elm
,
a
barn
,
or
the
hut
of
a
lime-kiln
tender
.
Sometimes
even
,
in
the
hope
of
getting
some
surprise
,
she
shut
her
eyes
,
but
she
never
lost
the
clear
perception
of
the
distance
to
be
traversed
.
At
last
the
brick
houses
began
to
follow
one
another
more
closely
,
the
earth
resounded
beneath
the
wheels
,
the
"
Hirondelle
"
glided
between
the
gardens
,
where
through
an
opening
one
saw
statues
,
a
periwinkle
plant
,
clipped
yews
,
and
a
swing
.
Then
on
a
sudden
the
town
appeared
.
Sloping
down
like
an
amphitheatre
,
and
drowned
in
the
fog
,
it
widened
out
beyond
the
bridges
confusedly
.
Then
the
open
country
spread
away
with
a
monotonous
movement
till
it
touched
in
the
distance
the
vague
line
of
the
pale
sky
.
Seen
thus
from
above
,
the
whole
landscape
looked
immovable
as
a
picture
;
the
anchored
ships
were
massed
in
one
corner
,
the
river
curved
round
the
foot
of
the
green
hills
,
and
the
isles
,
oblique
in
shape
,
lay
on
the
water
,
like
large
,
motionless
,
black
fishes
.
The
factory
chimneys
belched
forth
immense
brown
fumes
that
were
blown
away
at
the
top
.
One
heard
the
rumbling
of
the
foundries
,
together
with
the
clear
chimes
of
the
churches
that
stood
out
in
the
mist
.
