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But
how
to
get
rid
of
him
?
Then
,
though
she
might
feel
humiliated
at
the
baseness
of
such
enjoyment
,
she
clung
to
it
from
habit
or
from
corruption
,
and
each
day
she
hungered
after
them
the
more
,
exhausting
all
felicity
in
wishing
for
too
much
of
it
.
She
accused
Leon
of
her
baffled
hopes
,
as
if
he
had
betrayed
her
;
and
she
even
longed
for
some
catastrophe
that
would
bring
about
their
separation
,
since
she
had
not
the
courage
to
make
up
her
mind
to
it
herself
.
She
none
the
less
went
on
writing
him
love
letters
,
in
virtue
of
the
notion
that
a
woman
must
write
to
her
lover
.
But
whilst
she
wrote
it
was
another
man
she
saw
,
a
phantom
fashioned
out
of
her
most
ardent
memories
,
of
her
finest
reading
,
her
strongest
lusts
,
and
at
last
he
became
so
real
,
so
tangible
,
that
she
palpitated
wondering
,
without
,
however
,
the
power
to
imagine
him
clearly
,
so
lost
was
he
,
like
a
god
,
beneath
the
abundance
of
his
attributes
.
He
dwelt
in
that
azure
land
where
silk
ladders
hang
from
balconies
under
the
breath
of
flowers
,
in
the
light
of
the
moon
.
She
felt
him
near
her
;
he
was
coming
,
and
would
carry
her
right
away
in
a
kiss
.
Then
she
fell
back
exhausted
,
for
these
transports
of
vague
love
wearied
her
more
than
great
debauchery
.
She
now
felt
constant
ache
all
over
her
.
Often
she
even
received
summonses
,
stamped
paper
that
she
barely
looked
at
.
She
would
have
liked
not
to
be
alive
,
or
to
be
always
asleep
.
On
Mid-Lent
she
did
not
return
to
Yonville
,
but
in
the
evening
went
to
a
masked
ball
.
She
wore
velvet
breeches
,
red
stockings
,
a
club
wig
,
and
three-cornered
hat
cocked
on
one
side
.
She
danced
all
night
to
the
wild
tones
of
the
trombones
;
people
gathered
round
her
,
and
in
the
morning
she
found
herself
on
the
steps
of
the
theatre
together
with
five
or
six
masks
,
debardeuses
and
sailors
,
Leon
's
comrades
,
who
were
talking
about
having
supper
.
The
neighbouring
cafes
were
full
.
They
caught
sight
of
one
on
the
harbour
,
a
very
indifferent
restaurant
,
whose
proprietor
showed
them
to
a
little
room
on
the
fourth
floor
.
The
men
were
whispering
in
a
corner
,
no
doubt
consorting
about
expenses
.
There
were
a
clerk
,
two
medical
students
,
and
a
shopman
--
what
company
for
her
!
As
to
the
women
,
Emma
soon
perceived
from
the
tone
of
their
voices
that
they
must
almost
belong
to
the
lowest
class
.
Then
she
was
frightened
,
pushed
back
her
chair
,
and
cast
down
her
eyes
.
The
others
began
to
eat
;
she
ate
nothing
.
Her
head
was
on
fire
,
her
eyes
smarted
,
and
her
skin
was
ice-cold
.
In
her
head
she
seemed
to
feel
the
floor
of
the
ball-room
rebounding
again
beneath
the
rhythmical
pulsation
of
the
thousands
of
dancing
feet
.
And
now
the
smell
of
the
punch
,
the
smoke
of
the
cigars
,
made
her
giddy
.
She
fainted
,
and
they
carried
her
to
the
window
.
