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"
Come
,
take
a
pinch
of
snuff
,
"
he
said
to
him
.
"
Take
it
;
it
'll
relieve
you
.
"
A
continual
barking
was
heard
in
the
distance
.
"
Do
you
hear
that
dog
howling
?
"
said
the
chemist
.
"
They
smell
the
dead
,
"
replied
the
priest
.
"
It
's
like
bees
;
they
leave
their
hives
on
the
decease
of
any
person
.
"
Homais
made
no
remark
upon
these
prejudices
,
for
he
had
again
dropped
asleep
.
Monsieur
Bournisien
,
stronger
than
he
,
went
on
moving
his
lips
gently
for
some
time
,
then
insensibly
his
chin
sank
down
,
he
let
fall
his
big
black
boot
,
and
began
to
snore
.
They
sat
opposite
one
another
,
with
protruding
stomachs
,
puffed-up
faces
,
and
frowning
looks
,
after
so
much
disagreement
uniting
at
last
in
the
same
human
weakness
,
and
they
moved
no
more
than
the
corpse
by
their
side
,
that
seemed
to
be
sleeping
.
Charles
coming
in
did
not
wake
them
.
It
was
the
last
time
;
he
came
to
bid
her
farewell
.
The
aromatic
herbs
were
still
smoking
,
and
spirals
of
bluish
vapour
blended
at
the
window-sash
with
the
fog
that
was
coming
in
.
There
were
few
stars
,
and
the
night
was
warm
.
The
wax
of
the
candles
fell
in
great
drops
upon
the
sheets
of
the
bed
.
Charles
watched
them
burn
,
tiring
his
eyes
against
the
glare
of
their
yellow
flame
.
The
watering
on
the
satin
gown
shimmered
white
as
moonlight
.
Emma
was
lost
beneath
it
;
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
,
spreading
beyond
her
own
self
,
she
blended
confusedly
with
everything
around
her
--
the
silence
,
the
night
,
the
passing
wind
,
the
damp
odours
rising
from
the
ground
.
Then
suddenly
he
saw
her
in
the
garden
at
Tostes
,
on
a
bench
against
the
thorn
hedge
,
or
else
at
Rouen
in
the
streets
,
on
the
threshold
of
their
house
,
in
the
yard
at
Bertaux
.
He
again
heard
the
laughter
of
the
happy
boys
beneath
the
apple-trees
:
the
room
was
filled
with
the
perfume
of
her
hair
;
and
her
dress
rustled
in
his
arms
with
a
noise
like
electricity
.
The
dress
was
still
the
same
.
