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The
whitish
light
of
the
window-panes
fell
with
soft
undulations
.
The
furniture
in
its
place
seemed
to
have
become
more
immobile
,
and
to
lose
itself
in
the
shadow
as
in
an
ocean
of
darkness
.
The
fire
was
out
,
the
clock
went
on
ticking
,
and
Emma
vaguely
marvelled
at
this
calm
of
all
things
while
within
herself
was
such
tumult
.
But
little
Berthe
was
there
,
between
the
window
and
the
work-table
,
tottering
on
her
knitted
shoes
,
and
trying
to
come
to
her
mother
to
catch
hold
of
the
ends
of
her
apron-strings
.
"
Leave
me
alone
,
"
said
the
latter
,
putting
her
from
her
with
her
hand
.
The
little
girl
soon
came
up
closer
against
her
knees
,
and
leaning
on
them
with
her
arms
,
she
looked
up
with
her
large
blue
eyes
,
while
a
small
thread
of
pure
saliva
dribbled
from
her
lips
on
to
the
silk
apron
.
"
Leave
me
alone
,
"
repeated
the
young
woman
quite
irritably
.
Her
face
frightened
the
child
,
who
began
to
scream
.
"
Will
you
leave
me
alone
?
"
she
said
,
pushing
her
with
her
elbow
.
Berthe
fell
at
the
foot
of
the
drawers
against
the
brass
handle
,
cutting
her
cheek
,
which
began
to
bleed
,
against
it
.
Madame
Bovary
sprang
to
lift
her
up
,
broke
the
bell-rope
,
called
for
the
servant
with
all
her
might
,
and
she
was
just
going
to
curse
herself
when
Charles
appeared
.
It
was
the
dinner-hour
;
he
had
come
home
.
"
Look
,
dear
!
"
said
Emma
,
in
a
calm
voice
,
"
the
little
one
fell
down
while
she
was
playing
,
and
has
hurt
herself
.
"
Charles
reassured
her
;
the
case
was
not
a
serious
one
,
and
he
went
for
some
sticking
plaster
.
