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"
Perhaps
they
loved
one
another
platonically
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
Besides
,
Charles
was
not
of
those
who
go
to
the
bottom
of
things
;
he
shrank
from
the
proofs
,
and
his
vague
jealousy
was
lost
in
the
immensity
of
his
woe
.
Everyone
,
he
thought
,
must
have
adored
her
;
all
men
assuredly
must
have
coveted
her
.
She
seemed
but
the
more
beautiful
to
him
for
this
;
he
was
seized
with
a
lasting
,
furious
desire
for
her
,
that
inflamed
his
despair
,
and
that
was
boundless
,
because
it
was
now
unrealisable
.
To
please
her
,
as
if
she
were
still
living
,
he
adopted
her
predilections
,
her
ideas
;
he
bought
patent
leather
boots
and
took
to
wearing
white
cravats
.
He
put
cosmetics
on
his
moustache
,
and
,
like
her
,
signed
notes
of
hand
.
She
corrupted
him
from
beyond
the
grave
.
He
was
obliged
to
sell
his
silver
piece
by
piece
;
next
he
sold
the
drawing-room
furniture
.
All
the
rooms
were
stripped
;
but
the
bedroom
,
her
own
room
,
remained
as
before
.
After
his
dinner
Charles
went
up
there
.
He
pushed
the
round
table
in
front
of
the
fire
,
and
drew
up
her
armchair
.
He
sat
down
opposite
it
.
A
candle
burnt
in
one
of
the
gilt
candlesticks
.
Berthe
by
his
side
was
painting
prints
.
He
suffered
,
poor
man
,
at
seeing
her
so
badly
dressed
,
with
laceless
boots
,
and
the
arm-holes
of
her
pinafore
torn
down
to
the
hips
;
for
the
charwoman
took
no
care
of
her
.
But
she
was
so
sweet
,
so
pretty
,
and
her
little
head
bent
forward
so
gracefully
,
letting
the
dear
fair
hair
fall
over
her
rosy
cheeks
,
that
an
infinite
joy
came
upon
him
,
a
happiness
mingled
with
bitterness
,
like
those
ill-made
wines
that
taste
of
resin
.
He
mended
her
toys
,
made
her
puppets
from
cardboard
,
or
sewed
up
half-torn
dolls
.
Then
,
if
his
eyes
fell
upon
the
workbox
,
a
ribbon
lying
about
,
or
even
a
pin
left
in
a
crack
of
the
table
,
he
began
to
dream
,
and
looked
so
sad
that
she
became
as
sad
as
he
.
No
one
now
came
to
see
them
,
for
Justin
had
run
away
to
Rouen
,
where
he
was
a
grocer
's
assistant
,
and
the
druggist
's
children
saw
less
and
less
of
the
child
,
Monsieur
Homais
not
caring
,
seeing
the
difference
of
their
social
position
,
to
continue
the
intimacy
.
The
blind
man
,
whom
he
had
not
been
able
to
cure
with
the
pomade
,
had
gone
back
to
the
hill
of
Bois-Guillaume
,
where
he
told
the
travellers
of
the
vain
attempt
of
the
druggist
,
to
such
an
extent
,
that
Homais
when
he
went
to
town
hid
himself
behind
the
curtains
of
the
"
Hirondelle
"
to
avoid
meeting
him
.
He
detested
him
,
and
wishing
,
in
the
interests
of
his
own
reputation
,
to
get
rid
of
him
at
all
costs
,
he
directed
against
him
a
secret
battery
,
that
betrayed
the
depth
of
his
intellect
and
the
baseness
of
his
vanity
.
Thus
,
for
six
consecutive
months
,
one
could
read
in
the
"
Fanal
de
Rouen
"
editorials
such
as
these
--
"
All
who
bend
their
steps
towards
the
fertile
plains
of
Picardy
have
,
no
doubt
,
remarked
,
by
the
Bois-Guillaume
hill
,
a
wretch
suffering
from
a
horrible
facial
wound
.
He
importunes
,
persecutes
one
,
and
levies
a
regular
tax
on
all
travellers
.
