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The
little
lad
,
slipping
through
a
hole
in
the
hedge
,
disappeared
;
then
he
came
back
to
the
end
of
a
courtyard
to
open
the
gate
.
The
horse
slipped
on
the
wet
grass
;
Charles
had
to
stoop
to
pass
under
the
branches
.
The
watchdogs
in
their
kennels
barked
,
dragging
at
their
chains
.
As
he
entered
the
Bertaux
,
the
horse
took
fright
and
stumbled
.
It
was
a
substantial-looking
farm
.
In
the
stables
,
over
the
top
of
the
open
doors
,
one
could
see
great
cart-horses
quietly
feeding
from
new
racks
.
Right
along
the
outbuildings
extended
a
large
dunghill
,
from
which
manure
liquid
oozed
,
while
amidst
fowls
and
turkeys
,
five
or
six
peacocks
,
a
luxury
in
Chauchois
farmyards
,
were
foraging
on
the
top
of
it
.
The
sheepfold
was
long
,
the
barn
high
,
with
walls
smooth
as
your
hand
.
Under
the
cart-shed
were
two
large
carts
and
four
ploughs
,
with
their
whips
,
shafts
and
harnesses
complete
,
whose
fleeces
of
blue
wool
were
getting
soiled
by
the
fine
dust
that
fell
from
the
granaries
.
The
courtyard
sloped
upwards
,
planted
with
trees
set
out
symmetrically
,
and
the
chattering
noise
of
a
flock
of
geese
was
heard
near
the
pond
.
A
young
woman
in
a
blue
merino
dress
with
three
flounces
came
to
the
threshold
of
the
door
to
receive
Monsieur
Bovary
,
whom
she
led
to
the
kitchen
,
where
a
large
fire
was
blazing
.
The
servant
's
breakfast
was
boiling
beside
it
in
small
pots
of
all
sizes
.
Some
damp
clothes
were
drying
inside
the
chimney-corner
.
The
shovel
,
tongs
,
and
the
nozzle
of
the
bellows
,
all
of
colossal
size
,
shone
like
polished
steel
,
while
along
the
walls
hung
many
pots
and
pans
in
which
the
clear
flame
of
the
hearth
,
mingling
with
the
first
rays
of
the
sun
coming
in
through
the
window
,
was
mirrored
fitfully
.
Charles
went
up
the
first
floor
to
see
the
patient
.
He
found
him
in
his
bed
,
sweating
under
his
bed-clothes
,
having
thrown
his
cotton
nightcap
right
away
from
him
.
He
was
a
fat
little
man
of
fifty
,
with
white
skin
and
blue
eyes
,
the
forepart
of
his
head
bald
,
and
he
wore
earrings
.
By
his
side
on
a
chair
stood
a
large
decanter
of
brandy
,
whence
he
poured
himself
a
little
from
time
to
time
to
keep
up
his
spirits
;
but
as
soon
as
he
caught
sight
of
the
doctor
his
elation
subsided
,
and
instead
of
swearing
,
as
he
had
been
doing
for
the
last
twelve
hours
,
began
to
groan
freely
.
The
fracture
was
a
simple
one
,
without
any
kind
of
complication
.
Charles
could
not
have
hoped
for
an
easier
case
.
Then
calling
to
mind
the
devices
of
his
masters
at
the
bedsides
of
patients
,
he
comforted
the
sufferer
with
all
sorts
of
kindly
remarks
,
those
Caresses
of
the
surgeon
that
are
like
the
oil
they
put
on
bistouries
.
In
order
to
make
some
splints
a
bundle
of
laths
was
brought
up
from
the
cart-house
.
Charles
selected
one
,
cut
it
into
two
pieces
and
planed
it
with
a
fragment
of
windowpane
,
while
the
servant
tore
up
sheets
to
make
bandages
,
and
Mademoiselle
Emma
tried
to
sew
some
pads
.
As
she
was
a
long
time
before
she
found
her
work-case
,
her
father
grew
impatient
;
she
did
not
answer
,
but
as
she
sewed
she
pricked
her
fingers
,
which
she
then
put
to
her
mouth
to
suck
them
.
Charles
was
surprised
at
the
whiteness
of
her
nails
.
They
were
shiny
,
delicate
at
the
tips
,
more
polished
than
the
ivory
of
Dieppe
,
and
almond-shaped
.
Yet
her
hand
was
not
beautiful
,
perhaps
not
white
enough
,
and
a
little
hard
at
the
knuckles
;
besides
,
it
was
too
long
,
with
no
soft
inflections
in
the
outlines
.
Her
real
beauty
was
in
her
eyes
.
Although
brown
,
they
seemed
black
because
of
the
lashes
,
and
her
look
came
at
you
frankly
,
with
a
candid
boldness
.
The
bandaging
over
,
the
doctor
was
invited
by
Monsieur
Rouault
himself
to
"
pick
a
bit
"
before
he
left
.
Charles
went
down
into
the
room
on
the
ground
floor
.
Knives
and
forks
and
silver
goblets
were
laid
for
two
on
a
little
table
at
the
foot
of
a
huge
bed
that
had
a
canopy
of
printed
cotton
with
figures
representing
Turks
.
There
was
an
odour
of
iris-root
and
damp
sheets
that
escaped
from
a
large
oak
chest
opposite
the
window
.
On
the
floor
in
corners
were
sacks
of
flour
stuck
upright
in
rows
.
These
were
the
overflow
from
the
neighbouring
granary
,
to
which
three
stone
steps
led
.
By
way
of
decoration
for
the
apartment
,
hanging
to
a
nail
in
the
middle
of
the
wall
,
whose
green
paint
scaled
off
from
the
effects
of
the
saltpetre
,
was
a
crayon
head
of
Minerva
in
gold
frame
,
underneath
which
was
written
in
Gothic
letters
"
To
dear
Papa
.
"
