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He
shut
himself
up
in
his
consulting-room
,
took
a
pen
,
and
after
sobbing
for
some
time
,
wrote
--
"
I
wish
her
to
be
buried
in
her
wedding-dress
,
with
white
shoes
,
and
a
wreath
.
Her
hair
is
to
be
spread
out
over
her
shoulders
.
Three
coffins
,
one
of
oak
,
one
of
mahogany
,
one
of
lead
.
Let
no
one
say
anything
to
me
.
I
shall
have
strength
.
Over
all
there
is
to
be
placed
a
large
piece
of
green
velvet
.
This
is
my
wish
;
see
that
it
is
done
.
"
The
two
men
were
much
surprised
at
Bovary
's
romantic
ideas
.
The
chemist
at
once
went
to
him
and
said
--
"
This
velvet
seems
to
me
a
superfetation
.
Besides
,
the
expense
--
"
"
What
's
that
to
you
?
"
cried
Charles
.
"
Leave
me
!
You
did
not
love
her
.
Go
!
"
The
priest
took
him
by
the
arm
for
a
turn
in
the
garden
.
He
discoursed
on
the
vanity
of
earthly
things
.
God
was
very
great
,
was
very
good
:
one
must
submit
to
his
decrees
without
a
murmur
;
nay
,
must
even
thank
him
.
Charles
burst
out
into
blasphemies
:
"
I
hate
your
God
!
"
"
The
spirit
of
rebellion
is
still
upon
you
,
"
sighed
the
ecclesiastic
.
Bovary
was
far
away
.
He
was
walking
with
great
strides
along
by
the
wall
,
near
the
espalier
,
and
he
ground
his
teeth
;
he
raised
to
heaven
looks
of
malediction
,
but
not
so
much
as
a
leaf
stirred
.
