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And
all
the
rest
was
about
birds
and
sunshine
and
green
leaves
.
Sometimes
he
appeared
suddenly
behind
Emma
,
bareheaded
,
and
she
drew
back
with
a
cry
.
Hivert
made
fun
of
him
.
He
would
advise
him
to
get
a
booth
at
the
Saint
Romain
fair
,
or
else
ask
him
,
laughing
,
how
his
young
woman
was
.
Often
they
had
started
when
,
with
a
sudden
movement
,
his
hat
entered
the
diligence
through
the
small
window
,
while
he
clung
with
his
other
arm
to
the
footboard
,
between
the
wheels
splashing
mud
.
His
voice
,
feeble
at
first
and
quavering
,
grew
sharp
;
it
resounded
in
the
night
like
the
indistinct
moan
of
a
vague
distress
;
and
through
the
ringing
of
the
bells
,
the
murmur
of
the
trees
,
and
the
rumbling
of
the
empty
vehicle
,
it
had
a
far-off
sound
that
disturbed
Emma
.
It
went
to
the
bottom
of
her
soul
,
like
a
whirlwind
in
an
abyss
,
and
carried
her
away
into
the
distances
of
a
boundless
melancholy
.
But
Hivert
,
noticing
a
weight
behind
,
gave
the
blind
man
sharp
cuts
with
his
whip
.
The
thong
lashed
his
wounds
,
and
he
fell
back
into
the
mud
with
a
yell
.
Then
the
,
passengers
in
the
"
Hirondelle
"
ended
by
falling
asleep
,
some
with
open
mouths
,
others
with
lowered
chins
,
leaning
against
their
neighbour
's
shoulder
,
or
with
their
arm
passed
through
the
strap
,
oscillating
regularly
with
the
jolting
of
the
carriage
;
and
the
reflection
of
the
lantern
swinging
without
,
on
the
crupper
of
the
wheeler
;
penetrating
into
the
interior
through
the
chocolate
calico
curtains
,
threw
sanguineous
shadows
over
all
these
motionless
people
.
Emma
,
drunk
with
grief
,
shivered
in
her
clothes
,
feeling
her
feet
grow
colder
and
colder
,
and
death
in
her
soul
.
Charles
at
home
was
waiting
for
her
;
the
"
Hirondelle
"
was
always
late
on
Thursdays
.
Madame
arrived
at
last
,
and
scarcely
kissed
the
child
.
The
dinner
was
not
ready
.
No
matter
!
She
excused
the
servant
.
This
girl
now
seemed
allowed
to
do
just
as
she
liked
.
Often
her
husband
,
noting
her
pallor
,
asked
if
she
were
unwell
.
"
No
,
"
said
Emma
.
"
But
,
"
he
replied
,
"
you
seem
so
strange
this
evening
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
nothing
!
nothing
!
"
There
were
even
days
when
she
had
no
sooner
come
in
than
she
went
up
to
her
room
;
and
Justin
,
happening
to
be
there
,
moved
about
noiselessly
,
quicker
at
helping
her
than
the
best
of
maids
.
He
put
the
matches
ready
,
the
candlestick
,
a
book
,
arranged
her
nightgown
,
turned
back
the
bedclothes
.
