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In
the
passage
downstairs
they
met
the
undertaker
's
men
,
who
were
coming
in
.
Then
Charles
for
two
hours
had
to
suffer
the
torture
of
hearing
the
hammer
resound
against
the
wood
.
Next
day
they
lowered
her
into
her
oak
coffin
,
that
was
fitted
into
the
other
two
;
but
as
the
bier
was
too
large
,
they
had
to
fill
up
the
gaps
with
the
wool
of
a
mattress
.
At
last
,
when
the
three
lids
had
been
planed
down
,
nailed
,
soldered
,
it
was
placed
outside
in
front
of
the
door
;
the
house
was
thrown
open
,
and
the
people
of
Yonville
began
to
flock
round
.
Old
Rouault
arrived
,
and
fainted
on
the
Place
when
he
saw
the
black
cloth
!
He
had
only
received
the
chemist
's
letter
thirty-six
hours
after
the
event
;
and
,
from
consideration
for
his
feelings
,
Homais
had
so
worded
it
that
it
was
impossible
to
make
out
what
it
was
all
about
.
First
,
the
old
fellow
had
fallen
as
if
struck
by
apoplexy
.
Next
,
he
understood
that
she
was
not
dead
,
but
she
might
be
.
At
last
,
he
had
put
on
his
blouse
,
taken
his
hat
,
fastened
his
spurs
to
his
boots
,
and
set
out
at
full
speed
;
and
the
whole
of
the
way
old
Rouault
,
panting
,
was
torn
by
anguish
.
Once
even
he
was
obliged
to
dismount
.
He
was
dizzy
;
he
heard
voices
round
about
him
;
he
felt
himself
going
mad
.
Day
broke
.
He
saw
three
black
hens
asleep
in
a
tree
.
He
shuddered
,
horrified
at
this
omen
.
Then
he
promised
the
Holy
Virgin
three
chasubles
for
the
church
,
and
that
he
would
go
barefooted
from
the
cemetery
at
Bertaux
to
the
chapel
of
Vassonville
.
He
entered
Maromme
shouting
for
the
people
of
the
inn
,
burst
open
the
door
with
a
thrust
of
his
shoulder
,
made
for
a
sack
of
oats
,
emptied
a
bottle
of
sweet
cider
into
the
manger
,
and
again
mounted
his
nag
,
whose
feet
struck
fire
as
it
dashed
along
.
He
said
to
himself
that
no
doubt
they
would
save
her
;
the
doctors
would
discover
some
remedy
surely
.
He
remembered
all
the
miraculous
cures
he
had
been
told
about
.
Then
she
appeared
to
him
dead
.
She
was
there
;
before
his
eyes
,
lying
on
her
back
in
the
middle
of
the
road
.
He
reined
up
,
and
the
hallucination
disappeared
.
At
Quincampoix
,
to
give
himself
heart
,
he
drank
three
cups
of
coffee
one
after
the
other
.
He
fancied
they
had
made
a
mistake
in
the
name
in
writing
.
He
looked
for
the
letter
in
his
pocket
,
felt
it
there
,
but
did
not
dare
to
open
it
.
At
last
he
began
to
think
it
was
all
a
joke
;
someone
's
spite
,
the
jest
of
some
wag
;
and
besides
,
if
she
were
dead
,
one
would
have
known
it
.
But
no
!
There
was
nothing
extraordinary
about
the
country
;
the
sky
was
blue
,
the
trees
swayed
;
a
flock
of
sheep
passed
.
He
saw
the
village
;
he
was
seen
coming
bending
forward
upon
his
horse
,
belabouring
it
with
great
blows
,
the
girths
dripping
with
blood
.
