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Emma
raised
herself
like
a
galvanised
corpse
,
her
hair
undone
,
her
eyes
fixed
,
staring
.
"
Where
the
sickle
blades
have
been
,
Nannette
,
gathering
ears
of
corn
,
Passes
bending
down
,
my
queen
,
To
the
earth
where
they
were
born
.
"
"
The
blind
man
!
"
she
cried
.
And
Emma
began
to
laugh
,
an
atrocious
,
frantic
,
despairing
laugh
,
thinking
she
saw
the
hideous
face
of
the
poor
wretch
that
stood
out
against
the
eternal
night
like
a
menace
.
"
The
wind
is
strong
this
summer
day
,
Her
petticoat
has
flown
away
.
"
She
fell
back
upon
the
mattress
in
a
convulsion
.
They
all
drew
near
.
She
was
dead
.
There
is
always
after
the
death
of
anyone
a
kind
of
stupefaction
;
so
difficult
is
it
to
grasp
this
advent
of
nothingness
and
to
resign
ourselves
to
believe
in
it
.
But
still
,
when
he
saw
that
she
did
not
move
,
Charles
threw
himself
upon
her
,
crying
--
"
Farewell
!
farewell
!
"
Homais
and
Canivet
dragged
him
from
the
room
.
"
Restrain
yourself
!
"
"
Yes
.
"
said
he
,
struggling
,
"
I
'll
be
quiet
.
I
'll
not
do
anything
.
But
leave
me
alone
.
I
want
to
see
her
.
She
is
my
wife
!
"
