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And
with
an
air
of
bravado
he
held
out
his
great
arm
.
At
the
prick
of
the
lancet
the
blood
spurted
out
,
splashing
against
the
looking-glass
.
"
Hold
the
basin
nearer
,
"
exclaimed
Charles
.
"
Lor
!
"
said
the
peasant
,
"
one
would
swear
it
was
a
little
fountain
flowing
.
How
red
my
blood
is
!
That
's
a
good
sign
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Sometimes
,
"
answered
the
doctor
,
"
one
feels
nothing
at
first
,
and
then
syncope
sets
in
,
and
more
especially
with
people
of
strong
constitution
like
this
man
.
"
At
these
words
the
rustic
let
go
the
lancet-case
he
was
twisting
between
his
fingers
.
A
shudder
of
his
shoulders
made
the
chair-back
creak
.
His
hat
fell
off
.
"
I
thought
as
much
,
"
said
Bovary
,
pressing
his
finger
on
the
vein
.
The
basin
was
beginning
to
tremble
in
Justin
's
hands
;
his
knees
shook
,
he
turned
pale
.
"
Emma
!
Emma
!
"
called
Charles
.
With
one
bound
she
came
down
the
staircase
.
"
Some
vinegar
,
"
he
cried
.
"
O
dear
!
two
at
once
!
"
