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The
market
,
that
is
to
say
,
a
tiled
roof
supported
by
some
twenty
posts
,
occupies
of
itself
about
half
the
public
square
of
Yonville
.
The
town
hall
,
constructed
"
from
the
designs
of
a
Paris
architect
,
"
is
a
sort
of
Greek
temple
that
forms
the
corner
next
to
the
chemist
's
shop
.
On
the
ground-floor
are
three
Ionic
columns
and
on
the
first
floor
a
semicircular
gallery
,
while
the
dome
that
crowns
it
is
occupied
by
a
Gallic
cock
,
resting
one
foot
upon
the
"
Charte
"
and
holding
in
the
other
the
scales
of
Justice
.
But
that
which
most
attracts
the
eye
is
opposite
the
Lion
d'Or
inn
,
the
chemist
's
shop
of
Monsieur
Homais
.
In
the
evening
especially
its
argand
lamp
is
lit
up
and
the
red
and
green
jars
that
embellish
his
shop-front
throw
far
across
the
street
their
two
streams
of
colour
;
then
across
them
as
if
in
Bengal
lights
is
seen
the
shadow
of
the
chemist
leaning
over
his
desk
.
His
house
from
top
to
bottom
is
placarded
with
inscriptions
written
in
large
hand
,
round
hand
,
printed
hand
:
"
Vichy
,
Seltzer
,
Barege
waters
,
blood
purifiers
,
Raspail
patent
medicine
,
Arabian
racahout
,
Darcet
lozenges
,
Regnault
paste
,
trusses
,
baths
,
hygienic
chocolate
,
"
etc.
.
And
the
signboard
,
which
takes
up
all
the
breadth
of
the
shop
,
bears
in
gold
letters
,
"
Homais
,
Chemist
.
"
Then
at
the
back
of
the
shop
,
behind
the
great
scales
fixed
to
the
counter
,
the
word
"
Laboratory
"
appears
on
a
scroll
above
a
glass
door
,
which
about
half-way
up
once
more
repeats
"
Homais
"
in
gold
letters
on
a
black
ground
.
Beyond
this
there
is
nothing
to
see
at
Yonville
.
The
street
(
the
only
one
)
a
gunshot
in
length
and
flanked
by
a
few
shops
on
either
side
stops
short
at
the
turn
of
the
highroad
.
If
it
is
left
on
the
right
hand
and
the
foot
of
the
Saint-Jean
hills
followed
the
cemetery
is
soon
reached
.
At
the
time
of
the
cholera
,
in
order
to
enlarge
this
,
a
piece
of
wall
was
pulled
down
,
and
three
acres
of
land
by
its
side
purchased
;
but
all
the
new
portion
is
almost
tenantless
;
the
tombs
,
as
heretofore
,
continue
to
crowd
together
towards
the
gate
.
The
keeper
,
who
is
at
once
gravedigger
and
church
beadle
(
thus
making
a
double
profit
out
of
the
parish
corpses
)
,
has
taken
advantage
of
the
unused
plot
of
ground
to
plant
potatoes
there
.
From
year
to
year
,
however
,
his
small
field
grows
smaller
,
and
when
there
is
an
epidemic
,
he
does
not
know
whether
to
rejoice
at
the
deaths
or
regret
the
burials
.
"
You
live
on
the
dead
,
Lestiboudois
!
"
the
curie
at
last
said
to
him
one
day
.
This
grim
remark
made
him
reflect
;
it
checked
him
for
some
time
;
but
to
this
day
he
carries
on
the
cultivation
of
his
little
tubers
,
and
even
maintains
stoutly
that
they
grow
naturally
.
Since
the
events
about
to
be
narrated
,
nothing
in
fact
has
changed
at
Yonville
.
The
tin
tricolour
flag
still
swings
at
the
top
of
the
church-steeple
;
the
two
chintz
streamers
still
flutter
in
the
wind
from
the
linen-draper
's
;
the
chemist
's
fetuses
,
like
lumps
of
white
amadou
,
rot
more
and
more
in
their
turbid
alcohol
,
and
above
the
big
door
of
the
inn
the
old
golden
lion
,
faded
by
rain
,
still
shows
passers-by
its
poodle
mane
.
On
the
evening
when
the
Bovarys
were
to
arrive
at
Yonville
,
Widow
Lefrancois
,
the
landlady
of
this
inn
,
was
so
very
busy
that
she
sweated
great
drops
as
she
moved
her
saucepans
.
To-morrow
was
market-day
.
The
meat
had
to
be
cut
beforehand
,
the
fowls
drawn
,
the
soup
and
coffee
made
.
Moreover
,
she
had
the
boarders
'
meal
to
see
to
,
and
that
of
the
doctor
,
his
wife
,
and
their
servant
;
the
billiard-room
was
echoing
with
bursts
of
laughter
;
three
millers
in
a
small
parlour
were
calling
for
brandy
;
the
wood
was
blazing
,
the
brazen
pan
was
hissing
,
and
on
the
long
kitchen
table
,
amid
the
quarters
of
raw
mutton
,
rose
piles
of
plates
that
rattled
with
the
shaking
of
the
block
on
which
spinach
was
being
chopped
.
