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Madame
Bovary
did
not
go
downstairs
to
the
dining-room
;
she
wished
to
remain
alone
to
look
after
the
child
.
Then
watching
her
sleep
,
the
little
anxiety
she
felt
gradually
wore
off
,
and
she
seemed
very
stupid
to
herself
,
and
very
good
to
have
been
so
worried
just
now
at
so
little
.
Berthe
,
in
fact
,
no
longer
sobbed
.
Her
breathing
now
imperceptibly
raised
the
cotton
covering
.
Big
tears
lay
in
the
corner
of
the
half-closed
eyelids
,
through
whose
lashes
one
could
see
two
pale
sunken
pupils
;
the
plaster
stuck
on
her
cheek
drew
the
skin
obliquely
.
"
It
is
very
strange
,
"
thought
Emma
,
"
how
ugly
this
child
is
!
"
When
at
eleven
o'clock
Charles
came
back
from
the
chemist
's
shop
,
whither
he
had
gone
after
dinner
to
return
the
remainder
of
the
sticking-plaster
,
he
found
his
wife
standing
by
the
cradle
.
"
I
assure
you
it
's
nothing
.
"
he
said
,
kissing
her
on
the
forehead
.
"
Do
n't
worry
,
my
poor
darling
;
you
will
make
yourself
ill
.
"
He
had
stayed
a
long
time
at
the
chemist
's
.
Although
he
had
not
seemed
much
moved
,
Homais
,
nevertheless
,
had
exerted
himself
to
buoy
him
up
,
to
"
keep
up
his
spirits
.
"
Then
they
had
talked
of
the
various
dangers
that
threaten
childhood
,
of
the
carelessness
of
servants
.
Madame
Homais
knew
something
of
it
,
having
still
upon
her
chest
the
marks
left
by
a
basin
full
of
soup
that
a
cook
had
formerly
dropped
on
her
pinafore
,
and
her
good
parents
took
no
end
of
trouble
for
her
.
The
knives
were
not
sharpened
,
nor
the
floors
waxed
;
there
were
iron
gratings
to
the
windows
and
strong
bars
across
the
fireplace
;
the
little
Homais
,
in
spite
of
their
spirit
,
could
not
stir
without
someone
watching
them
;
at
the
slightest
cold
their
father
stuffed
them
with
pectorals
;
and
until
they
were
turned
four
they
all
,
without
pity
,
had
to
wear
wadded
head-protectors
.
This
,
it
is
true
,
was
a
fancy
of
Madame
Homais
'
;
her
husband
was
inwardly
afflicted
at
it
.
Fearing
the
possible
consequences
of
such
compression
to
the
intellectual
organs
.
He
even
went
so
far
as
to
say
to
her
,
"
Do
you
want
to
make
Caribs
or
Botocudos
of
them
?
"
Charles
,
however
,
had
several
times
tried
to
interrupt
the
conversation
.
"
I
should
like
to
speak
to
you
,
"
he
had
whispered
in
the
clerk
's
ear
,
who
went
upstairs
in
front
of
him
.
"
Can
he
suspect
anything
?
"
Leon
asked
himself
.
His
heart
beat
,
and
he
racked
his
brain
with
surmises
.
At
last
,
Charles
,
having
shut
the
door
,
asked
him
to
see
himself
what
would
be
the
price
at
Rouen
of
a
fine
daguerreotypes
.
It
was
a
sentimental
surprise
he
intended
for
his
wife
,
a
delicate
attention
--
his
portrait
in
a
frock-coat
.
But
he
wanted
first
to
know
"
how
much
it
would
be
.
"
The
inquiries
would
not
put
Monsieur
Leon
out
,
since
he
went
to
town
almost
every
week
.
