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"
If
I
were
in
your
place
I
should
soon
get
some
.
"
"
But
where
?
"
"
At
your
office
.
"
And
she
looked
at
him
.
An
infernal
boldness
looked
out
from
her
burning
eyes
,
and
their
lids
drew
close
together
with
a
lascivious
and
encouraging
look
,
so
that
the
young
man
felt
himself
growing
weak
beneath
the
mute
will
of
this
woman
who
was
urging
him
to
a
crime
.
Then
he
was
afraid
,
and
to
avoid
any
explanation
he
smote
his
forehead
,
crying
--
"
Morel
is
to
come
back
to-night
;
he
will
not
refuse
me
,
I
hope
"
(
this
was
one
of
his
friends
,
the
son
of
a
very
rich
merchant
)
;
"
and
I
will
bring
it
you
to-morrow
,
"
he
added
.
Emma
did
not
seem
to
welcome
this
hope
with
all
the
joy
he
had
expected
.
Did
she
suspect
the
lie
?
He
went
on
,
blushing
--
"
However
,
if
you
do
n't
see
me
by
three
o'clock
do
not
wait
for
me
,
my
darling
.
I
must
be
off
now
;
forgive
me
!
Goodbye
!
"
He
pressed
her
hand
,
but
it
felt
quite
lifeless
.
Emma
had
no
strength
left
for
any
sentiment
.
Four
o'clock
struck
,
and
she
rose
to
return
to
Yonville
,
mechanically
obeying
the
force
of
old
habits
.
The
weather
was
fine
.
It
was
one
of
those
March
days
,
clear
and
sharp
,
when
the
sun
shines
in
a
perfectly
white
sky
.
The
Rouen
folk
,
in
Sunday-clothes
,
were
walking
about
with
happy
looks
.
She
reached
the
Place
du
Parvis
.
People
were
coming
out
after
vespers
;
the
crowd
flowed
out
through
the
three
doors
like
a
stream
through
the
three
arches
of
a
bridge
,
and
in
the
middle
one
,
more
motionless
than
a
rock
,
stood
the
beadle
.
