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"
Come
!
"
said
she
,
"
that
will
do
.
Now
you
can
go
.
"
For
he
stood
there
,
his
hands
hanging
down
and
his
eyes
wide
open
,
as
if
enmeshed
in
the
innumerable
threads
of
a
sudden
reverie
.
The
following
day
was
frightful
,
and
those
that
came
after
still
more
unbearable
,
because
of
her
impatience
to
once
again
seize
her
happiness
;
an
ardent
lust
,
inflamed
by
the
images
of
past
experience
,
and
that
burst
forth
freely
on
the
seventh
day
beneath
Leon
's
caresses
.
His
ardours
were
hidden
beneath
outbursts
of
wonder
and
gratitude
.
Emma
tasted
this
love
in
a
discreet
,
absorbed
fashion
,
maintained
it
by
all
the
artifices
of
her
tenderness
,
and
trembled
a
little
lest
it
should
be
lost
later
on
.
She
often
said
to
him
,
with
her
sweet
,
melancholy
voice
--
"
Ah
!
you
too
,
you
will
leave
me
!
You
will
marry
!
You
will
be
like
all
the
others
.
"
He
asked
,
"
What
others
?
"
"
Why
,
like
all
men
,
"
she
replied
.
Then
added
,
repulsing
him
with
a
languid
movement
--
"
You
are
all
evil
!
"
One
day
,
as
they
were
talking
philosophically
of
earthly
disillusions
,
to
experiment
on
his
jealousy
,
or
yielding
,
perhaps
,
to
an
over-strong
need
to
pour
out
her
heart
,
she
told
him
that
formerly
,
before
him
,
she
had
loved
someone
.
"
Not
like
you
,
"
she
went
on
quickly
,
protesting
by
the
head
of
her
child
that
"
nothing
had
passed
between
them
.
"
