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It
was
the
same
on
the
following
days
;
her
talks
,
her
manners
,
everything
changed
.
She
took
interest
in
the
housework
,
went
to
church
regularly
,
and
looked
after
her
servant
with
more
severity
.
She
took
Berthe
from
nurse
.
When
visitors
called
,
Felicite
brought
her
in
,
and
Madame
Bovary
undressed
her
to
show
off
her
limbs
.
She
declared
she
adored
children
;
this
was
her
consolation
,
her
joy
,
her
passion
,
and
she
accompanied
her
caresses
with
lyrical
outburst
which
would
have
reminded
anyone
but
the
Yonville
people
of
Sachette
in
"
Notre
Dame
de
Paris
.
"
When
Charles
came
home
he
found
his
slippers
put
to
warm
near
the
fire
.
His
waistcoat
now
never
wanted
lining
,
nor
his
shirt
buttons
,
and
it
was
quite
a
pleasure
to
see
in
the
cupboard
the
night-caps
arranged
in
piles
of
the
same
height
.
She
no
longer
grumbled
as
formerly
at
taking
a
turn
in
the
garden
;
what
he
proposed
was
always
done
,
although
she
did
not
understand
the
wishes
to
which
she
submitted
without
a
murmur
;
and
when
Leon
saw
him
by
his
fireside
after
dinner
,
his
two
hands
on
his
stomach
,
his
two
feet
on
the
fender
,
his
two
cheeks
red
with
feeding
,
his
eyes
moist
with
happiness
,
the
child
crawling
along
the
carpet
,
and
this
woman
with
the
slender
waist
who
came
behind
his
arm-chair
to
kiss
his
forehead
:
"
What
madness
!
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
And
how
to
reach
her
!
"
And
thus
she
seemed
so
virtuous
and
inaccessible
to
him
that
he
lost
all
hope
,
even
the
faintest
.
But
by
this
renunciation
he
placed
her
on
an
extraordinary
pinnacle
.
To
him
she
stood
outside
those
fleshly
attributes
from
which
he
had
nothing
to
obtain
,
and
in
his
heart
she
rose
ever
,
and
became
farther
removed
from
him
after
the
magnificent
manner
of
an
apotheosis
that
is
taking
wing
.
It
was
one
of
those
pure
feelings
that
do
not
interfere
with
life
,
that
are
cultivated
because
they
are
rare
,
and
whose
loss
would
afflict
more
than
their
passion
rejoices
.
Emma
grew
thinner
,
her
cheeks
paler
,
her
face
longer
.
With
her
black
hair
,
her
large
eyes
,
her
aquiline
nose
,
her
birdlike
walk
,
and
always
silent
now
,
did
she
not
seem
to
be
passing
through
life
scarcely
touching
it
,
and
to
bear
on
her
brow
the
vague
impress
of
some
divine
destiny
?
She
was
so
sad
and
so
calm
,
at
once
so
gentle
and
so
reserved
,
that
near
her
one
felt
oneself
seized
by
an
icy
charm
,
as
we
shudder
in
churches
at
the
perfume
of
the
flowers
mingling
with
the
cold
of
the
marble
.
The
others
even
did
not
escape
from
this
seduction
.
The
chemist
said
--
"
She
is
a
woman
of
great
parts
,
who
would
n't
be
misplaced
in
a
sub-prefecture
.
"
The
housewives
admired
her
economy
,
the
patients
her
politeness
,
the
poor
her
charity
.
But
she
was
eaten
up
with
desires
,
with
rage
,
with
hate
.
That
dress
with
the
narrow
folds
hid
a
distracted
fear
,
of
whose
torment
those
chaste
lips
said
nothing
.
She
was
in
love
with
Leon
,
and
sought
solitude
that
she
might
with
the
more
ease
delight
in
his
image
.
The
sight
of
his
form
troubled
the
voluptuousness
of
this
mediation
.
Emma
thrilled
at
the
sound
of
his
step
;
then
in
his
presence
the
emotion
subsided
,
and
afterwards
there
remained
to
her
only
an
immense
astonishment
that
ended
in
sorrow
.
