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Then
when
the
four
ropes
were
arranged
the
coffin
was
placed
upon
them
.
He
watched
it
descend
;
it
seemed
descending
for
ever
.
At
last
a
thud
was
heard
;
the
ropes
creaked
as
they
were
drawn
up
.
Then
Bournisien
took
the
spade
handed
to
him
by
Lestiboudois
;
with
his
left
hand
all
the
time
sprinkling
water
,
with
the
right
he
vigorously
threw
in
a
large
spadeful
;
and
the
wood
of
the
coffin
,
struck
by
the
pebbles
,
gave
forth
that
dread
sound
that
seems
to
us
the
reverberation
of
eternity
.
The
ecclesiastic
passed
the
holy
water
sprinkler
to
his
neighbour
.
This
was
Homais
.
He
swung
it
gravely
,
then
handed
it
to
Charles
,
who
sank
to
his
knees
in
the
earth
and
threw
in
handfuls
of
it
,
crying
,
"
Adieu
!
"
He
sent
her
kisses
;
he
dragged
himself
towards
the
grave
,
to
engulf
himself
with
her
.
They
led
him
away
,
and
he
soon
grew
calmer
,
feeling
perhaps
,
like
the
others
,
a
vague
satisfaction
that
it
was
all
over
.
Old
Rouault
on
his
way
back
began
quietly
smoking
a
pipe
,
which
Homais
in
his
innermost
conscience
thought
not
quite
the
thing
.
He
also
noticed
that
Monsieur
Binet
had
not
been
present
,
and
that
Tuvache
had
"
made
off
"
after
mass
,
and
that
Theodore
,
the
notary
's
servant
wore
a
blue
coat
,
"
as
if
one
could
not
have
got
a
black
coat
,
since
that
is
the
custom
,
by
Jove
!
"
And
to
share
his
observations
with
others
he
went
from
group
to
group
.
They
were
deploring
Emma
's
death
,
especially
Lheureux
,
who
had
not
failed
to
come
to
the
funeral
.
"
Poor
little
woman
!
What
a
trouble
for
her
husband
!
"
The
druggist
continued
,
"
Do
you
know
that
but
for
me
he
would
have
committed
some
fatal
attempt
upon
himself
?
"
"
Such
a
good
woman
!
To
think
that
I
saw
her
only
last
Saturday
in
my
shop
.
"
"
I
have
n't
had
leisure
,
"
said
Homais
,
"
to
prepare
a
few
words
that
I
would
have
cast
upon
her
tomb
.
"
Charles
on
getting
home
undressed
,
and
old
Rouault
put
on
his
blue
blouse
.
It
was
a
new
one
,
and
as
he
had
often
during
the
journey
wiped
his
eyes
on
the
sleeves
,
the
dye
had
stained
his
face
,
and
the
traces
of
tears
made
lines
in
the
layer
of
dust
that
covered
it
.
Madame
Bovary
senior
was
with
them
.
All
three
were
silent
.
At
last
the
old
fellow
sighed
--
