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They
grew
warm
,
they
grew
red
,
they
both
talked
at
once
without
listening
to
each
other
.
Bournisien
was
scandalized
at
such
audacity
;
Homais
marvelled
at
such
stupidity
;
and
they
were
on
the
point
of
insulting
one
another
when
Charles
suddenly
reappeared
.
A
fascination
drew
him
.
He
was
continually
coming
upstairs
.
He
stood
opposite
her
,
the
better
to
see
her
,
and
he
lost
himself
in
a
contemplation
so
deep
that
it
was
no
longer
painful
.
He
recalled
stories
of
catalepsy
,
the
marvels
of
magnetism
,
and
he
said
to
himself
that
by
willing
it
with
all
his
force
he
might
perhaps
succeed
in
reviving
her
.
Once
he
even
bent
towards
he
,
and
cried
in
a
low
voice
,
"
Emma
!
Emma
!
"
His
strong
breathing
made
the
flames
of
the
candles
tremble
against
the
wall
.
At
daybreak
Madame
Bovary
senior
arrived
.
Charles
as
he
embraced
her
burst
into
another
flood
of
tears
.
She
tried
,
as
the
chemist
had
done
,
to
make
some
remarks
to
him
on
the
expenses
of
the
funeral
.
He
became
so
angry
that
she
was
silent
,
and
he
even
commissioned
her
to
go
to
town
at
once
and
buy
what
was
necessary
.
Charles
remained
alone
the
whole
afternoon
;
they
had
taken
Berthe
to
Madame
Homais
'
;
Felicite
was
in
the
room
upstairs
with
Madame
Lefrancois
.
In
the
evening
he
had
some
visitors
.
He
rose
,
pressed
their
hands
,
unable
to
speak
.
Then
they
sat
down
near
one
another
,
and
formed
a
large
semicircle
in
front
of
the
fire
.
With
lowered
faces
,
and
swinging
one
leg
crossed
over
the
other
knee
,
they
uttered
deep
sighs
at
intervals
;
each
one
was
inordinately
bored
,
and
yet
none
would
be
the
first
to
go
.
Homais
,
when
he
returned
at
nine
o'clock
(
for
the
last
two
days
only
Homais
seemed
to
have
been
on
the
Place
)
,
was
laden
with
a
stock
of
camphor
,
of
benzine
,
and
aromatic
herbs
.
He
also
carried
a
large
jar
full
of
chlorine
water
,
to
keep
off
all
miasmata
.
Just
then
the
servant
,
Madame
Lefrancois
,
and
Madame
Bovary
senior
were
busy
about
Emma
,
finishing
dressing
her
,
and
they
were
drawing
down
the
long
stiff
veil
that
covered
her
to
her
satin
shoes
.
Felicite
was
sobbing
--
"
Ah
!
my
poor
mistress
!
my
poor
mistress
!
"
"
Look
at
her
,
"
said
the
landlady
,
sighing
;
"
how
pretty
she
still
is
!
Now
,
could
n't
you
swear
she
was
going
to
get
up
in
a
minute
?
"
Then
they
bent
over
her
to
put
on
her
wreath
.
