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"
The
effect
must
cease
,
"
said
Homais
,
"
that
is
evident
.
"
"
Oh
,
save
her
!
"
cried
Bovary
.
And
,
without
listening
to
the
chemist
,
who
was
still
venturing
the
hypothesis
,
"
It
is
perhaps
a
salutary
paroxysm
,
"
Canivet
was
about
to
administer
some
theriac
,
when
they
heard
the
cracking
of
a
whip
;
all
the
windows
rattled
,
and
a
post-chaise
drawn
by
three
horses
abreast
,
up
to
their
ears
in
mud
,
drove
at
a
gallop
round
the
corner
of
the
market
.
It
was
Doctor
Lariviere
.
The
apparition
of
a
god
would
not
have
caused
more
commotion
.
Bovary
raised
his
hands
;
Canivet
stopped
short
;
and
Homais
pulled
off
his
skull-cap
long
before
the
doctor
had
come
in
.
He
belonged
to
that
great
school
of
surgery
begotten
of
Bichat
,
to
that
generation
,
now
extinct
,
of
philosophical
practitioners
,
who
,
loving
their
art
with
a
fanatical
love
,
exercised
it
with
enthusiasm
and
wisdom
.
Everyone
in
his
hospital
trembled
when
he
was
angry
;
and
his
students
so
revered
him
that
they
tried
,
as
soon
as
they
were
themselves
in
practice
,
to
imitate
him
as
much
as
possible
.
So
that
in
all
the
towns
about
they
were
found
wearing
his
long
wadded
merino
overcoat
and
black
frock-coat
,
whose
buttoned
cuffs
slightly
covered
his
brawny
hands
--
very
beautiful
hands
,
and
that
never
knew
gloves
,
as
though
to
be
more
ready
to
plunge
into
suffering
.
Disdainful
of
honours
,
of
titles
,
and
of
academies
,
like
one
of
the
old
Knight-Hospitallers
,
generous
,
fatherly
to
the
poor
,
and
practising
virtue
without
believing
in
it
,
he
would
almost
have
passed
for
a
saint
if
the
keenness
of
his
intellect
had
not
caused
him
to
be
feared
as
a
demon
.
His
glance
,
more
penetrating
than
his
bistouries
,
looked
straight
into
your
soul
,
and
dissected
every
lie
athwart
all
assertions
and
all
reticences
.
And
thus
he
went
along
,
full
of
that
debonair
majesty
that
is
given
by
the
consciousness
of
great
talent
,
of
fortune
,
and
of
forty
years
of
a
labourious
and
irreproachable
life
.
He
frowned
as
soon
as
he
had
passed
the
door
when
he
saw
the
cadaverous
face
of
Emma
stretched
out
on
her
back
with
her
mouth
open
.
Then
,
while
apparently
listening
to
Canivet
,
he
rubbed
his
fingers
up
and
down
beneath
his
nostrils
,
and
repeated
--
"
Good
!
good
!
"
But
he
made
a
slow
gesture
with
his
shoulders
.
Bovary
watched
him
;
they
looked
at
one
another
;
and
this
man
,
accustomed
as
he
was
to
the
sight
of
pain
,
could
not
keep
back
a
tear
that
fell
on
his
shirt-frill
.
He
tried
to
take
Canivet
into
the
next
room
.
Charles
followed
him
.
