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"
Bring
me
the
child
,
"
she
said
,
raising
herself
on
her
elbow
.
"
You
are
not
worse
,
are
you
?
"
asked
Charles
.
"
No
,
no
!
"
The
child
,
serious
,
and
still
half-asleep
,
was
carried
in
on
the
servant
's
arm
in
her
long
white
nightgown
,
from
which
her
bare
feet
peeped
out
.
She
looked
wonderingly
at
the
disordered
room
,
and
half-closed
her
eyes
,
dazzled
by
the
candles
burning
on
the
table
.
They
reminded
her
,
no
doubt
,
of
the
morning
of
New
Year
's
day
and
Mid-Lent
,
when
thus
awakened
early
by
candle-light
she
came
to
her
mother
's
bed
to
fetch
her
presents
,
for
she
began
saying
--
"
But
where
is
it
,
mamma
?
"
And
as
everybody
was
silent
,
"
But
I
ca
n't
see
my
little
stocking
.
"
Felicite
held
her
over
the
bed
while
she
still
kept
looking
towards
the
mantelpiece
.
"
Has
nurse
taken
it
?
"
she
asked
.
And
at
this
name
,
that
carried
her
back
to
the
memory
of
her
adulteries
and
her
calamities
,
Madame
Bovary
turned
away
her
head
,
as
at
the
loathing
of
another
bitterer
poison
that
rose
to
her
mouth
.
But
Berthe
remained
perched
on
the
bed
.
"
Oh
,
how
big
your
eyes
are
,
mamma
!
How
pale
you
are
!
how
hot
you
are
!
"
