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And
he
wept
.
"
Cry
,
"
said
the
chemist
;
"
let
nature
take
her
course
;
that
will
solace
you
.
"
Weaker
than
a
child
,
Charles
let
himself
be
led
downstairs
into
the
sitting-room
,
and
Monsieur
Homais
soon
went
home
.
On
the
Place
he
was
accosted
by
the
blind
man
,
who
,
having
dragged
himself
as
far
as
Yonville
,
in
the
hope
of
getting
the
antiphlogistic
pomade
,
was
asking
every
passer-by
where
the
druggist
lived
.
"
There
now
!
as
if
I
had
n't
got
other
fish
to
fry
.
Well
,
so
much
the
worse
;
you
must
come
later
on
.
"
And
he
entered
the
shop
hurriedly
.
He
had
to
write
two
letters
,
to
prepare
a
soothing
potion
for
Bovary
,
to
invent
some
lie
that
would
conceal
the
poisoning
,
and
work
it
up
into
an
article
for
the
"
Fanal
,
"
without
counting
the
people
who
were
waiting
to
get
the
news
from
him
;
and
when
the
Yonvillers
had
all
heard
his
story
of
the
arsenic
that
she
had
mistaken
for
sugar
in
making
a
vanilla
cream
.
Homais
once
more
returned
to
Bovary
's
.
He
found
him
alone
(
Monsieur
Canivet
had
left
)
,
sitting
in
an
arm-chair
near
the
window
,
staring
with
an
idiotic
look
at
the
flags
of
the
floor
.
"
Now
,
"
said
the
chemist
,
"
you
ought
yourself
to
fix
the
hour
for
the
ceremony
.
"
"
Why
?
What
ceremony
?
"
Then
,
in
a
stammering
,
frightened
voice
,
"
Oh
,
no
!
not
that
.
No
!
I
want
to
see
her
here
.
"
Homais
,
to
keep
himself
in
countenance
,
took
up
a
water-bottle
on
the
whatnot
to
water
the
geraniums
.
