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"
Be
quick
!
"
"
But
,
my
dear
lady
,
I
'm
going
,
I
'm
going
!
"
She
wondered
now
that
she
had
not
thought
of
him
from
the
first
.
Yesterday
he
had
given
his
word
;
he
would
not
break
it
.
And
she
already
saw
herself
at
Lheureux
's
spreading
out
her
three
bank-notes
on
his
bureau
.
Then
she
would
have
to
invent
some
story
to
explain
matters
to
Bovary
.
What
should
it
be
?
The
nurse
,
however
,
was
a
long
while
gone
.
But
,
as
there
was
no
clock
in
the
cot
,
Emma
feared
she
was
perhaps
exaggerating
the
length
of
time
.
She
began
walking
round
the
garden
,
step
by
step
;
she
went
into
the
path
by
the
hedge
,
and
returned
quickly
,
hoping
that
the
woman
would
have
come
back
by
another
road
.
At
last
,
weary
of
waiting
,
assailed
by
fears
that
she
thrust
from
her
,
no
longer
conscious
whether
she
had
been
here
a
century
or
a
moment
,
she
sat
down
in
a
corner
,
closed
her
eyes
,
and
stopped
her
ears
.
The
gate
grated
;
she
sprang
up
Before
she
had
spoken
Mere
Rollet
said
to
her
--
"
There
is
no
one
at
your
house
!
"
"
What
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
one
!
And
the
doctor
is
crying
.
He
is
calling
for
you
;
they
're
looking
for
you
.
"
Emma
answered
nothing
.
She
gasped
as
she
turned
her
eyes
about
her
,
while
the
peasant
woman
,
frightened
at
her
face
,
drew
back
instinctively
,
thinking
her
mad
.
Suddenly
she
struck
her
brow
and
uttered
a
cry
;
for
the
thought
of
Rodolphe
,
like
a
flash
of
lightning
in
a
dark
night
,
had
passed
into
her
soul
.
He
was
so
good
,
so
delicate
,
so
generous
!
And
besides
,
should
he
hesitate
to
do
her
this
service
,
she
would
know
well
enough
how
to
constrain
him
to
it
by
re-waking
,
in
a
single
moment
,
their
lost
love
.
So
she
set
out
towards
La
Huchette
,
not
seeing
that
she
was
hastening
to
offer
herself
to
that
which
but
a
while
ago
had
so
angered
her
,
not
in
the
least
conscious
of
her
prostitution
.
She
asked
herself
as
she
walked
along
,
"
What
am
I
going
to
say
?
How
shall
I
begin
?
"
And
as
she
went
on
she
recognised
the
thickets
,
the
trees
,
the
sea-rushes
on
the
hill
,
the
chateau
yonder
.
All
the
sensations
of
her
first
tenderness
came
back
to
her
,
and
her
poor
aching
heart
opened
out
amorously
.
A
warm
wind
blew
in
her
face
;
the
melting
snow
fell
drop
by
drop
from
the
buds
to
the
grass
.
