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When
he
reached
the
market-place
,
he
stopped
and
hid
behind
a
pillar
to
look
for
the
last
time
at
this
white
house
with
the
four
green
blinds
.
He
thought
he
saw
a
shadow
behind
the
window
in
the
room
;
but
the
curtain
,
sliding
along
the
pole
as
though
no
one
were
touching
it
,
slowly
opened
its
long
oblique
folds
that
spread
out
with
a
single
movement
,
and
thus
hung
straight
and
motionless
as
a
plaster
wall
.
Leon
set
off
running
.
From
afar
he
saw
his
employer
's
gig
in
the
road
,
and
by
it
a
man
in
a
coarse
apron
holding
the
horse
.
Homais
and
Monsieur
Guillaumin
were
talking
.
They
were
waiting
for
him
.
"
Embrace
me
,
"
said
the
druggist
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
"
Here
is
your
coat
,
my
good
friend
.
Mind
the
cold
;
take
care
of
yourself
;
look
after
yourself
.
"
"
Come
,
Leon
,
jump
in
,
"
said
the
notary
.
Homais
bend
over
the
splash-board
,
and
in
a
voice
broken
by
sobs
uttered
these
three
sad
words
--
"
A
pleasant
journey
!
"
"
Good-night
,
"
said
Monsieur
Guillaumin
.
"
Give
him
his
head
.
"
They
set
out
,
and
Homais
went
back
.
Madame
Bovary
had
opened
her
window
overlooking
the
garden
and
watched
the
clouds
.
They
gathered
around
the
sunset
on
the
side
of
Rouen
and
then
swiftly
rolled
back
their
black
columns
,
behind
which
the
great
rays
of
the
sun
looked
out
like
the
golden
arrows
of
a
suspended
trophy
,
while
the
rest
of
the
empty
heavens
was
white
as
porcelain
.
But
a
gust
of
wind
bowed
the
poplars
,
and
suddenly
the
rain
fell
;
it
pattered
against
the
green
leaves
.
Then
the
sun
reappeared
,
the
hens
clucked
,
sparrows
shook
their
wings
in
the
damp
thickets
,
and
the
pools
of
water
on
the
gravel
as
they
flowed
away
carried
off
the
pink
flowers
of
an
acacia
.
