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This
thought
of
Bovary
's
superiority
to
her
exasperated
her
.
Then
,
whether
she
confessed
or
did
not
confess
,
presently
,
immediately
,
to-morrow
,
he
would
know
the
catastrophe
all
the
same
;
so
she
must
wait
for
this
horrible
scene
,
and
bear
the
weight
of
his
magnanimity
.
The
desire
to
return
to
Lheureux
's
seized
her
--
what
would
be
the
use
?
To
write
to
her
father
--
it
was
too
late
;
and
perhaps
,
she
began
to
repent
now
that
she
had
not
yielded
to
that
other
,
when
she
heard
the
trot
of
a
horse
in
the
alley
.
It
was
he
;
he
was
opening
the
gate
;
he
was
whiter
than
the
plaster
wall
.
Rushing
to
the
stairs
,
she
ran
out
quickly
to
the
square
;
and
the
wife
of
the
mayor
,
who
was
talking
to
Lestiboudois
in
front
of
the
church
,
saw
her
go
in
to
the
tax-collector
's
.
She
hurried
off
to
tell
Madame
Caron
,
and
the
two
ladies
went
up
to
the
attic
,
and
,
hidden
by
some
linen
spread
across
props
,
stationed
themselves
comfortably
for
overlooking
the
whole
of
Binet
's
room
.
He
was
alone
in
his
garret
,
busy
imitating
in
wood
one
of
those
indescribable
bits
of
ivory
,
composed
of
crescents
,
of
spheres
hollowed
out
one
within
the
other
,
the
whole
as
straight
as
an
obelisk
,
and
of
no
use
whatever
;
and
he
was
beginning
on
the
last
piece
--
he
was
nearing
his
goal
.
In
the
twilight
of
the
workshop
the
white
dust
was
flying
from
his
tools
like
a
shower
of
sparks
under
the
hoofs
of
a
galloping
horse
;
the
two
wheels
were
turning
,
droning
;
Binet
smiled
,
his
chin
lowered
,
his
nostrils
distended
,
and
,
in
a
word
,
seemed
lost
in
one
of
those
complete
happinesses
that
,
no
doubt
,
belong
only
to
commonplace
occupations
,
which
amuse
the
mind
with
facile
difficulties
,
and
satisfy
by
a
realisation
of
that
beyond
which
such
minds
have
not
a
dream
.
"
Ah
!
there
she
is
!
"
exclaimed
Madame
Tuvache
.
But
it
was
impossible
because
of
the
lathe
to
hear
what
she
was
saying
.
At
last
these
ladies
thought
they
made
out
the
word
"
francs
,
"
and
Madame
Tuvache
whispered
in
a
low
voice
--
"
She
is
begging
him
to
give
her
time
for
paying
her
taxes
.
"
"
Apparently
!
"
replied
the
other
.
They
saw
her
walking
up
and
down
,
examining
the
napkin-rings
,
the
candlesticks
,
the
banister
rails
against
the
walls
,
while
Binet
stroked
his
beard
with
satisfaction
.
