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"
My
c-a-p
,
"
timidly
said
the
"
new
fellow
,
"
casting
troubled
looks
round
him
.
"
Five
hundred
lines
for
all
the
class
!
"
shouted
in
a
furious
voice
stopped
,
like
the
Quos
ego
,
a
fresh
outburst
.
"
Silence
!
"
continued
the
master
indignantly
,
wiping
his
brow
with
his
handkerchief
,
which
he
had
just
taken
from
his
cap
.
"
As
to
you
,
'
new
boy
,
'
you
will
conjugate
'
ridiculus
sum
'
twenty
times
.
"
Then
,
in
a
gentler
tone
,
"
Come
,
you
'll
find
your
cap
again
;
it
has
n't
been
stolen
.
"
Quiet
was
restored
.
Heads
bent
over
desks
,
and
the
"
new
fellow
"
remained
for
two
hours
in
an
exemplary
attitude
,
although
from
time
to
time
some
paper
pellet
flipped
from
the
tip
of
a
pen
came
bang
in
his
face
.
But
he
wiped
his
face
with
one
hand
and
continued
motionless
,
his
eyes
lowered
.
In
the
evening
,
at
preparation
,
he
pulled
out
his
pens
from
his
desk
,
arranged
his
small
belongings
,
and
carefully
ruled
his
paper
.
We
saw
him
working
conscientiously
,
looking
up
every
word
in
the
dictionary
,
and
taking
the
greatest
pains
.
Thanks
,
no
doubt
,
to
the
willingness
he
showed
,
he
had
not
to
go
down
to
the
class
below
.
But
though
he
knew
his
rules
passably
,
he
had
little
finish
in
composition
.
It
was
the
cure
of
his
village
who
had
taught
him
his
first
Latin
;
his
parents
,
from
motives
of
economy
,
having
sent
him
to
school
as
late
as
possible
.
His
father
,
Monsieur
Charles
Denis
Bartolome
Bovary
,
retired
assistant-surgeon-major
,
compromised
about
1812
in
certain
conscription
scandals
,
and
forced
at
this
time
to
leave
the
service
,
had
taken
advantage
of
his
fine
figure
to
get
hold
of
a
dowry
of
sixty
thousand
francs
that
offered
in
the
person
of
a
hosier
's
daughter
who
had
fallen
in
love
with
his
good
looks
.
A
fine
man
,
a
great
talker
,
making
his
spurs
ring
as
he
walked
,
wearing
whiskers
that
ran
into
his
moustache
,
his
fingers
always
garnished
with
rings
and
dressed
in
loud
colours
,
he
had
the
dash
of
a
military
man
with
the
easy
go
of
a
commercial
traveller
.
Once
married
,
he
lived
for
three
or
four
years
on
his
wife
's
fortune
,
dining
well
,
rising
late
,
smoking
long
porcelain
pipes
,
not
coming
in
at
night
till
after
the
theatre
,
and
haunting
cafes
.
The
father-in-law
died
,
leaving
little
;
he
was
indignant
at
this
,
"
went
in
for
the
business
,
"
lost
some
money
in
it
,
then
retired
to
the
country
,
where
he
thought
he
would
make
money
.
But
,
as
he
knew
no
more
about
farming
than
calico
,
as
he
rode
his
horses
instead
of
sending
them
to
plough
,
drank
his
cider
in
bottle
instead
of
selling
it
in
cask
,
ate
the
finest
poultry
in
his
farmyard
,
and
greased
his
hunting-boots
with
the
fat
of
his
pigs
,
he
was
not
long
in
finding
out
that
he
would
do
better
to
give
up
all
speculation
.
