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The
children
in
list
shoes
ran
about
there
as
if
it
were
an
enclosure
made
for
them
.
The
shouts
of
their
voices
could
be
heard
through
the
humming
of
the
bell
.
This
grew
less
and
less
with
the
swinging
of
the
great
rope
that
,
hanging
from
the
top
of
the
belfry
,
dragged
its
end
on
the
ground
.
Swallows
flitted
to
and
fro
uttering
little
cries
,
cut
the
air
with
the
edge
of
their
wings
,
and
swiftly
returned
to
their
yellow
nests
under
the
tiles
of
the
coping
.
At
the
end
of
the
church
a
lamp
was
burning
,
the
wick
of
a
night-light
in
a
glass
hung
up
.
Its
light
from
a
distance
looked
like
a
white
stain
trembling
in
the
oil
.
A
long
ray
of
the
sun
fell
across
the
nave
and
seemed
to
darken
the
lower
sides
and
the
corners
.
"
Where
is
the
cure
?
"
asked
Madame
Bovary
of
one
of
the
lads
,
who
was
amusing
himself
by
shaking
a
swivel
in
a
hole
too
large
for
it
.
"
He
is
just
coming
,
"
he
answered
.
And
in
fact
the
door
of
the
presbytery
grated
;
Abbe
Bournisien
appeared
;
the
children
,
pell-mell
,
fled
into
the
church
.
"
These
young
scamps
!
"
murmured
the
priest
,
"
always
the
same
!
"
Then
,
picking
up
a
catechism
all
in
rags
that
he
had
struck
with
is
foot
,
"
They
respect
nothing
!
"
But
as
soon
as
he
caught
sight
of
Madame
Bovary
,
"
Excuse
me
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
did
not
recognise
you
.
"
He
thrust
the
catechism
into
his
pocket
,
and
stopped
short
,
balancing
the
heavy
vestry
key
between
his
two
fingers
.
The
light
of
the
setting
sun
that
fell
full
upon
his
face
paled
the
lasting
of
his
cassock
,
shiny
at
the
elbows
,
unravelled
at
the
hem
.
Grease
and
tobacco
stains
followed
along
his
broad
chest
the
lines
of
the
buttons
,
and
grew
more
numerous
the
farther
they
were
from
his
neckcloth
,
in
which
the
massive
folds
of
his
red
chin
rested
;
this
was
dotted
with
yellow
spots
,
that
disappeared
beneath
the
coarse
hair
of
his
greyish
beard
.
He
had
just
dined
and
was
breathing
noisily
.
"
How
are
you
?
"
he
added
.
