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The
priest
rose
to
take
the
crucifix
;
then
she
stretched
forward
her
neck
as
one
who
is
athirst
,
and
glueing
her
lips
to
the
body
of
the
Man-God
,
she
pressed
upon
it
with
all
her
expiring
strength
the
fullest
kiss
of
love
that
she
had
ever
given
.
Then
he
recited
the
Misereatur
and
the
Indulgentiam
,
dipped
his
right
thumb
in
the
oil
,
and
began
to
give
extreme
unction
.
First
upon
the
eyes
,
that
had
so
coveted
all
worldly
pomp
;
then
upon
the
nostrils
,
that
had
been
greedy
of
the
warm
breeze
and
amorous
odours
;
then
upon
the
mouth
,
that
had
uttered
lies
,
that
had
curled
with
pride
and
cried
out
in
lewdness
;
then
upon
the
hands
that
had
delighted
in
sensual
touches
;
and
finally
upon
the
soles
of
the
feet
,
so
swift
of
yore
,
when
she
was
running
to
satisfy
her
desires
,
and
that
would
now
walk
no
more
.
The
cure
wiped
his
fingers
,
threw
the
bit
of
cotton
dipped
in
oil
into
the
fire
,
and
came
and
sat
down
by
the
dying
woman
,
to
tell
her
that
she
must
now
blend
her
sufferings
with
those
of
Jesus
Christ
and
abandon
herself
to
the
divine
mercy
.
Finishing
his
exhortations
,
he
tried
to
place
in
her
hand
a
blessed
candle
,
symbol
of
the
celestial
glory
with
which
she
was
soon
to
be
surrounded
.
Emma
,
too
weak
,
could
not
close
her
fingers
,
and
the
taper
,
but
for
Monsieur
Bournisien
would
have
fallen
to
the
ground
.
However
,
she
was
not
quite
so
pale
,
and
her
face
had
an
expression
of
serenity
as
if
the
sacrament
had
cured
her
.
The
priest
did
not
fail
to
point
this
out
;
he
even
explained
to
Bovary
that
the
Lord
sometimes
prolonged
the
life
of
persons
when
he
thought
it
meet
for
their
salvation
;
and
Charles
remembered
the
day
when
,
so
near
death
,
she
had
received
the
communion
.
Perhaps
there
was
no
need
to
despair
,
he
thought
.
In
fact
,
she
looked
around
her
slowly
,
as
one
awakening
from
a
dream
;
then
in
a
distinct
voice
she
asked
for
her
looking-glass
,
and
remained
some
time
bending
over
it
,
until
the
big
tears
fell
from
her
eyes
.
Then
she
turned
away
her
head
with
a
sigh
and
fell
back
upon
the
pillows
.
Her
chest
soon
began
panting
rapidly
;
the
whole
of
her
tongue
protruded
from
her
mouth
;
her
eyes
,
as
they
rolled
,
grew
paler
,
like
the
two
globes
of
a
lamp
that
is
going
out
,
so
that
one
might
have
thought
her
already
dead
but
for
the
fearful
labouring
of
her
ribs
,
shaken
by
violent
breathing
,
as
if
the
soul
were
struggling
to
free
itself
.
Felicite
knelt
down
before
the
crucifix
,
and
the
druggist
himself
slightly
bent
his
knees
,
while
Monsieur
Canivet
looked
out
vaguely
at
the
Place
.
Bournisien
had
again
begun
to
pray
,
his
face
bowed
against
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
his
long
black
cassock
trailing
behind
him
in
the
room
.
Charles
was
on
the
other
side
,
on
his
knees
,
his
arms
outstretched
towards
Emma
.
He
had
taken
her
hands
and
pressed
them
,
shuddering
at
every
beat
of
her
heart
,
as
at
the
shaking
of
a
falling
ruin
As
the
death-rattle
became
stronger
the
priest
prayed
faster
;
his
prayers
mingled
with
the
stifled
sobs
of
Bovary
,
and
sometimes
all
seemed
lost
in
the
muffled
murmur
of
the
Latin
syllables
that
tolled
like
a
passing
bell
.
Suddenly
on
the
pavement
was
heard
a
loud
noise
of
clogs
and
the
clattering
of
a
stick
;
and
a
voice
rose
--
a
raucous
voice
--
that
sang
--
"
Maids
an
the
warmth
of
a
summer
day
Dream
of
love
and
of
love
always
"
