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This
letter
,
sealed
with
a
small
seal
in
blue
wax
,
begged
Monsieur
Bovary
to
come
immediately
to
the
farm
of
the
Bertaux
to
set
a
broken
leg
.
Now
from
Tostes
to
the
Bertaux
was
a
good
eighteen
miles
across
country
by
way
of
Longueville
and
Saint-Victor
.
It
was
a
dark
night
;
Madame
Bovary
junior
was
afraid
of
accidents
for
her
husband
.
So
it
was
decided
the
stable-boy
should
go
on
first
;
Charles
would
start
three
hours
later
when
the
moon
rose
.
A
boy
was
to
be
sent
to
meet
him
,
and
show
him
the
way
to
the
farm
,
and
open
the
gates
for
him
.
Towards
four
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
Charles
,
well
wrapped
up
in
his
cloak
,
set
out
for
the
Bertaux
.
Still
sleepy
from
the
warmth
of
his
bed
,
he
let
himself
be
lulled
by
the
quiet
trot
of
his
horse
.
When
it
stopped
of
its
own
accord
in
front
of
those
holes
surrounded
with
thorns
that
are
dug
on
the
margin
of
furrows
,
Charles
awoke
with
a
start
,
suddenly
remembered
the
broken
leg
,
and
tried
to
call
to
mind
all
the
fractures
he
knew
.
The
rain
had
stopped
,
day
was
breaking
,
and
on
the
branches
of
the
leafless
trees
birds
roosted
motionless
,
their
little
feathers
bristling
in
the
cold
morning
wind
.
The
flat
country
stretched
as
far
as
eye
could
see
,
and
the
tufts
of
trees
round
the
farms
at
long
intervals
seemed
like
dark
violet
stains
on
the
cast
grey
surface
,
that
on
the
horizon
faded
into
the
gloom
of
the
sky
.
Charles
from
time
to
time
opened
his
eyes
,
his
mind
grew
weary
,
and
,
sleep
coming
upon
him
,
he
soon
fell
into
a
doze
wherein
,
his
recent
sensations
blending
with
memories
,
he
became
conscious
of
a
double
self
,
at
once
student
and
married
man
,
lying
in
his
bed
as
but
now
,
and
crossing
the
operation
theatre
as
of
old
.
The
warm
smell
of
poultices
mingled
in
his
brain
with
the
fresh
odour
of
dew
;
he
heard
the
iron
rings
rattling
along
the
curtain-rods
of
the
bed
and
saw
his
wife
sleeping
.
As
he
passed
Vassonville
he
came
upon
a
boy
sitting
on
the
grass
at
the
edge
of
a
ditch
.
"
Are
you
the
doctor
?
"
asked
the
child
.
And
on
Charles
's
answer
he
took
his
wooden
shoes
in
his
hands
and
ran
on
in
front
of
him
.
The
general
practitioner
,
riding
along
,
gathered
from
his
guide
's
talk
that
Monsieur
Rouault
must
be
one
of
the
well-to-do
farmers
.
He
had
broken
his
leg
the
evening
before
on
his
way
home
from
a
Twelfth-night
feast
at
a
neighbour
's
.
His
wife
had
been
dead
for
two
years
.
There
was
with
him
only
his
daughter
,
who
helped
him
to
keep
house
.
The
ruts
were
becoming
deeper
;
they
were
approaching
the
Bertaux
.
