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He
did
not
know
what
recreation
of
her
whole
being
drove
her
more
and
more
to
plunge
into
the
pleasures
of
life
.
She
was
becoming
irritable
,
greedy
,
voluptuous
;
and
she
walked
about
the
streets
with
him
carrying
her
head
high
,
without
fear
,
so
she
said
,
of
compromising
herself
.
At
times
,
however
,
Emma
shuddered
at
the
sudden
thought
of
meeting
Rodolphe
,
for
it
seemed
to
her
that
,
although
they
were
separated
forever
,
she
was
not
completely
free
from
her
subjugation
to
him
.
One
night
she
did
not
return
to
Yonville
at
all
.
Charles
lost
his
head
with
anxiety
,
and
little
Berthe
would
not
go
to
bed
without
her
mamma
,
and
sobbed
enough
to
break
her
heart
.
Justin
had
gone
out
searching
the
road
at
random
.
Monsieur
Homais
even
had
left
his
pharmacy
.
At
last
,
at
eleven
o'clock
,
able
to
bear
it
no
longer
,
Charles
harnessed
his
chaise
,
jumped
in
,
whipped
up
his
horse
,
and
reached
the
"
Croix-Rouge
"
about
two
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
No
one
there
!
He
thought
that
the
clerk
had
perhaps
seen
her
;
but
where
did
he
live
?
Happily
,
Charles
remembered
his
employer
's
address
,
and
rushed
off
there
.
Day
was
breaking
,
and
he
could
distinguish
the
escutcheons
over
the
door
,
and
knocked
.
Someone
,
without
opening
the
door
,
shouted
out
the
required
information
,
adding
a
few
insults
to
those
who
disturb
people
in
the
middle
of
the
night
.
The
house
inhabited
by
the
clerk
had
neither
bell
,
knocker
,
nor
porter
.
Charles
knocked
loudly
at
the
shutters
with
his
hands
.
A
policeman
happened
to
pass
by
.
Then
he
was
frightened
,
and
went
away
.
"
I
am
mad
,
"
he
said
;
"
no
doubt
they
kept
her
to
dinner
at
Monsieur
Lormeaux
'
.
"
But
the
Lormeaux
no
longer
lived
at
Rouen
.
"
She
probably
stayed
to
look
after
Madame
Dubreuil
.
Why
,
Madame
Dubreuil
has
been
dead
these
ten
months
!
Where
can
she
be
?
"
An
idea
occurred
to
him
.
At
a
cafe
he
asked
for
a
Directory
,
and
hurriedly
looked
for
the
name
of
Mademoiselle
Lempereur
,
who
lived
at
No.
74
Rue
de
la
Renelle-des-Maroquiniers
.
As
he
was
turning
into
the
street
,
Emma
herself
appeared
at
the
other
end
of
it
.
He
threw
himself
upon
her
rather
than
embraced
her
,
crying
--
"
What
kept
you
yesterday
?
"
