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"
Oh
,
be
quick
!
"
said
Emma
.
"
Well
,
"
the
nurse
went
on
,
heaving
sighs
between
each
word
,
"
I
'm
afraid
he
'll
be
put
out
seeing
me
have
coffee
along
,
you
know
men
--
"
"
But
you
are
to
have
some
,
"
Emma
repeated
;
"
I
will
give
you
some
.
You
bother
me
!
"
"
Oh
,
dear
!
my
poor
,
dear
lady
!
you
see
in
consequence
of
his
wounds
he
has
terrible
cramps
in
the
chest
.
He
even
says
that
cider
weakens
him
.
"
"
Do
make
haste
,
Mere
Rollet
!
"
"
Well
,
"
the
latter
continued
,
making
a
curtsey
,
"
if
it
were
n't
asking
too
much
,
"
and
she
curtsied
once
more
,
"
if
you
would
"
--
and
her
eyes
begged
--
"
a
jar
of
brandy
,
"
she
said
at
last
,
"
and
I
'd
rub
your
little
one
's
feet
with
it
;
they
're
as
tender
as
one
's
tongue
.
"
Once
rid
of
the
nurse
,
Emma
again
took
Monsieur
Leon
's
arm
.
She
walked
fast
for
some
time
,
then
more
slowly
,
and
looking
straight
in
front
of
her
,
her
eyes
rested
on
the
shoulder
of
the
young
man
,
whose
frock-coat
had
a
black-velvety
collar
.
His
brown
hair
fell
over
it
,
straight
and
carefully
arranged
.
She
noticed
his
nails
which
were
longer
than
one
wore
them
at
Yonville
.
It
was
one
of
the
clerk
's
chief
occupations
to
trim
them
,
and
for
this
purpose
he
kept
a
special
knife
in
his
writing
desk
.
They
returned
to
Yonville
by
the
water-side
.
In
the
warm
season
the
bank
,
wider
than
at
other
times
,
showed
to
their
foot
the
garden
walls
whence
a
few
steps
led
to
the
river
.
It
flowed
noiselessly
,
swift
,
and
cold
to
the
eye
;
long
,
thin
grasses
huddled
together
in
it
as
the
current
drove
them
,
and
spread
themselves
upon
the
limpid
water
like
streaming
hair
;
sometimes
at
the
tip
of
the
reeds
or
on
the
leaf
of
a
water-lily
an
insect
with
fine
legs
crawled
or
rested
.
The
sun
pierced
with
a
ray
the
small
blue
bubbles
of
the
waves
that
,
breaking
,
followed
each
other
;
branchless
old
willows
mirrored
their
grey
backs
in
the
water
;
beyond
,
all
around
,
the
meadows
seemed
empty
.
It
was
the
dinner-hour
at
the
farms
,
and
the
young
woman
and
her
companion
heard
nothing
as
they
walked
but
the
fall
of
their
steps
on
the
earth
of
the
path
,
the
words
they
spoke
,
and
the
sound
of
Emma
's
dress
rustling
round
her
.
The
walls
of
the
gardens
with
pieces
of
bottle
on
their
coping
were
hot
as
the
glass
windows
of
a
conservatory
.
Wallflowers
had
sprung
up
between
the
bricks
,
and
with
the
tip
of
her
open
sunshade
Madame
Bovary
,
as
she
passed
,
made
some
of
their
faded
flowers
crumble
into
a
yellow
dust
,
or
a
spray
of
overhanging
honeysuckle
and
clematis
caught
in
its
fringe
and
dangled
for
a
moment
over
the
silk
.
