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Then
,
growing
calmer
,
she
at
length
discovered
that
she
had
,
no
doubt
,
calumniated
him
.
But
the
disparaging
of
those
we
love
always
alienates
us
from
them
to
some
extent
.
We
must
not
touch
our
idols
;
the
gilt
sticks
to
our
fingers
.
They
gradually
came
to
talking
more
frequently
of
matters
outside
their
love
,
and
in
the
letters
that
Emma
wrote
him
she
spoke
of
flowers
,
verses
,
the
moon
and
the
stars
,
naive
resources
of
a
waning
passion
striving
to
keep
itself
alive
by
all
external
aids
.
She
was
constantly
promising
herself
a
profound
felicity
on
her
next
journey
.
Then
she
confessed
to
herself
that
she
felt
nothing
extraordinary
.
This
disappointment
quickly
gave
way
to
a
new
hope
,
and
Emma
returned
to
him
more
inflamed
,
more
eager
than
ever
.
She
undressed
brutally
,
tearing
off
the
thin
laces
of
her
corset
that
nestled
around
her
hips
like
a
gliding
snake
.
She
went
on
tiptoe
,
barefooted
,
to
see
once
more
that
the
door
was
closed
,
then
,
pale
,
serious
,
and
,
without
speaking
,
with
one
movement
,
she
threw
herself
upon
his
breast
with
a
long
shudder
.
Yet
there
was
upon
that
brow
covered
with
cold
drops
,
on
those
quivering
lips
,
in
those
wild
eyes
,
in
the
strain
of
those
arms
,
something
vague
and
dreary
that
seemed
to
Leon
to
glide
between
them
subtly
as
if
to
separate
them
.
He
did
not
dare
to
question
her
;
but
,
seeing
her
so
skilled
,
she
must
have
passed
,
he
thought
,
through
every
experience
of
suffering
and
of
pleasure
.
What
had
once
charmed
now
frightened
him
a
little
.
Besides
,
he
rebelled
against
his
absorption
,
daily
more
marked
,
by
her
personality
.
He
begrudged
Emma
this
constant
victory
.
He
even
strove
not
to
love
her
;
then
,
when
he
heard
the
creaking
of
her
boots
,
he
turned
coward
,
like
drunkards
at
the
sight
of
strong
drinks
.
She
did
not
fail
,
in
truth
,
to
lavish
all
sorts
of
attentions
upon
him
,
from
the
delicacies
of
food
to
the
coquettries
of
dress
and
languishing
looks
.
She
brought
roses
to
her
breast
from
Yonville
,
which
she
threw
into
his
face
;
was
anxious
about
his
health
,
gave
him
advice
as
to
his
conduct
;
and
,
in
order
the
more
surely
to
keep
her
hold
on
him
,
hoping
perhaps
that
heaven
would
take
her
part
,
she
tied
a
medal
of
the
Virgin
round
his
neck
.
She
inquired
like
a
virtuous
mother
about
his
companions
.
She
said
to
him
--
"
Do
n't
see
them
;
do
n't
go
out
;
think
only
of
ourselves
;
love
me
!
"
She
would
have
liked
to
be
able
to
watch
over
his
life
;
and
the
idea
occurred
to
her
of
having
him
followed
in
the
streets
.
Near
the
hotel
there
was
always
a
kind
of
loafer
who
accosted
travellers
,
and
who
would
not
refuse
.
But
her
pride
revolted
at
this
.
"
Bah
!
so
much
the
worse
.
Let
him
deceive
me
!
What
does
it
matter
to
me
?
As
If
I
cared
for
him
!
"
One
day
,
when
they
had
parted
early
and
she
was
returning
alone
along
the
boulevard
,
she
saw
the
walls
of
her
convent
;
then
she
sat
down
on
a
form
in
the
shade
of
the
elm-trees
.
How
calm
that
time
had
been
!
How
she
longed
for
the
ineffable
sentiments
of
love
that
she
had
tried
to
figure
to
herself
out
of
books
!
The
first
month
of
her
marriage
,
her
rides
in
the
wood
,
the
viscount
that
waltzed
,
and
Lagardy
singing
,
all
repassed
before
her
eyes
.
And
Leon
suddenly
appeared
to
her
as
far
off
as
the
others
.
"
Yet
I
love
him
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
