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"
Oh
,
go
away
!
"
she
would
say
.
Or
at
other
times
,
consumed
more
ardently
than
ever
by
that
inner
flame
to
which
adultery
added
fuel
,
panting
,
tremulous
,
all
desire
,
she
threw
open
her
window
,
breathed
in
the
cold
air
,
shook
loose
in
the
wind
her
masses
of
hair
,
too
heavy
,
and
,
gazing
upon
the
stars
,
longed
for
some
princely
love
.
She
thought
of
him
,
of
Leon
.
She
would
then
have
given
anything
for
a
single
one
of
those
meetings
that
surfeited
her
.
These
were
her
gala
days
.
She
wanted
them
to
be
sumptuous
,
and
when
he
alone
could
not
pay
the
expenses
,
she
made
up
the
deficit
liberally
,
which
happened
pretty
well
every
time
.
He
tried
to
make
her
understand
that
they
would
be
quite
as
comfortable
somewhere
else
,
in
a
smaller
hotel
,
but
she
always
found
some
objection
.
One
day
she
drew
six
small
silver-gilt
spoons
from
her
bag
(
they
were
old
Roualt
's
wedding
present
)
,
begging
him
to
pawn
them
at
once
for
her
,
and
Leon
obeyed
,
though
the
proceeding
annoyed
him
.
He
was
afraid
of
compromising
himself
.
Then
,
on
,
reflection
,
he
began
to
think
his
mistress
's
ways
were
growing
odd
,
and
that
they
were
perhaps
not
wrong
in
wishing
to
separate
him
from
her
.
In
fact
someone
had
sent
his
mother
a
long
anonymous
letter
to
warn
her
that
he
was
"
ruining
himself
with
a
married
woman
,
"
and
the
good
lady
at
once
conjuring
up
the
eternal
bugbear
of
families
the
vague
pernicious
creature
,
the
siren
,
the
monster
,
who
dwells
fantastically
in
depths
of
love
,
wrote
to
Lawyer
Dubocage
,
his
employer
,
who
behaved
perfectly
in
the
affair
.
He
kept
him
for
three
quarters
of
an
hour
trying
to
open
his
eyes
,
to
warn
him
of
the
abyss
into
which
he
was
falling
.
Such
an
intrigue
would
damage
him
later
on
,
when
he
set
up
for
himself
.
He
implored
him
to
break
with
her
,
and
,
if
he
would
not
make
this
sacrifice
in
his
own
interest
,
to
do
it
at
least
for
his
,
Dubocage
's
sake
.
At
last
Leon
swore
he
would
not
see
Emma
again
,
and
he
reproached
himself
with
not
having
kept
his
word
,
considering
all
the
worry
and
lectures
this
woman
might
still
draw
down
upon
him
,
without
reckoning
the
jokes
made
by
his
companions
as
they
sat
round
the
stove
in
the
morning
.
Besides
,
he
was
soon
to
be
head
clerk
;
it
was
time
to
settle
down
.
So
he
gave
up
his
flute
,
exalted
sentiments
,
and
poetry
;
for
every
bourgeois
in
the
flush
of
his
youth
,
were
it
but
for
a
day
,
a
moment
,
has
believed
himself
capable
of
immense
passions
,
of
lofty
enterprises
.
The
most
mediocre
libertine
has
dreamed
of
sultanas
;
every
notary
bears
within
him
the
debris
of
a
poet
.
He
was
bored
now
when
Emma
suddenly
began
to
sob
on
his
breast
,
and
his
heart
,
like
the
people
who
can
only
stand
a
certain
amount
of
music
,
dozed
to
the
sound
of
a
love
whose
delicacies
he
no
longer
noted
.
They
knew
one
another
too
well
for
any
of
those
surprises
of
possession
that
increase
its
joys
a
hundred-fold
.
She
was
as
sick
of
him
as
he
was
weary
of
her
.
Emma
found
again
in
adultery
all
the
platitudes
of
marriage
.
