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"
I
think
he
is
very
stupid
.
She
is
tired
of
him
,
no
doubt
.
He
has
dirty
nails
,
and
has
n't
shaved
for
three
days
.
While
he
is
trotting
after
his
patients
,
she
sits
there
botching
socks
.
And
she
gets
bored
!
She
would
like
to
live
in
town
and
dance
polkas
every
evening
.
Poor
little
woman
!
She
is
gaping
after
love
like
a
carp
after
water
on
a
kitchen-table
.
With
three
words
of
gallantry
she
'd
adore
one
,
I
'm
sure
of
it
.
She
'd
be
tender
,
charming
.
Yes
;
but
how
to
get
rid
of
her
afterwards
?
"
Then
the
difficulties
of
love-making
seen
in
the
distance
made
him
by
contrast
think
of
his
mistress
.
She
was
an
actress
at
Rouen
,
whom
he
kept
;
and
when
he
had
pondered
over
this
image
,
with
which
,
even
in
remembrance
,
he
was
satiated
--
"
Ah
!
Madame
Bovary
,
"
he
thought
,
"
is
much
prettier
,
especially
fresher
.
Virginie
is
decidedly
beginning
to
grow
fat
She
is
so
finikin
about
her
pleasures
;
and
,
besides
,
she
has
a
mania
for
prawns
.
"
The
fields
were
empty
,
and
around
him
Rodolphe
only
heard
the
regular
beating
of
the
grass
striking
against
his
boots
,
with
a
cry
of
the
grasshopper
hidden
at
a
distance
among
the
oats
.
He
again
saw
Emma
in
her
room
,
dressed
as
he
had
seen
her
,
and
he
undressed
her
.
"
Oh
,
I
will
have
her
,
"
he
cried
,
striking
a
blow
with
his
stick
at
a
clod
in
front
of
him
.
And
he
at
once
began
to
consider
the
political
part
of
the
enterprise
.
He
asked
himself
--
"
Where
shall
we
meet
?
By
what
means
?
We
shall
always
be
having
the
brat
on
our
hands
,
and
the
servant
,
the
neighbours
,
and
husband
,
all
sorts
of
worries
.
Pshaw
!
one
would
lose
too
much
time
over
it
.
"
Then
he
resumed
,
"
She
really
has
eyes
that
pierce
one
's
heart
like
a
gimlet
.
And
that
pale
complexion
!
I
adore
pale
women
!
"
When
he
reached
the
top
of
the
Arguiel
hills
he
had
made
up
his
mind
.
"
It
's
only
finding
the
opportunities
.
Well
,
I
will
call
in
now
and
then
.
I
'll
send
them
venison
,
poultry
;
I
'll
have
myself
bled
,
if
need
be
.
We
shall
become
friends
;
I
'll
invite
them
to
my
place
.
By
Jove
!
"
added
he
,
"
there
's
the
agricultural
show
coming
on
.
She
'll
be
there
.
I
shall
see
her
.
We
'll
begin
boldly
,
for
that
's
the
surest
way
.
"
At
last
it
came
,
the
famous
agricultural
show
.
On
the
morning
of
the
solemnity
all
the
inhabitants
at
their
doors
were
chatting
over
the
preparations
.
The
pediment
of
the
town
hall
had
been
hung
with
garlands
of
ivy
;
a
tent
had
been
erected
in
a
meadow
for
the
banquet
;
and
in
the
middle
of
the
Place
,
in
front
of
the
church
,
a
kind
of
bombarde
was
to
announce
the
arrival
of
the
prefect
and
the
names
of
the
successful
farmers
who
had
obtained
prizes
.
The
National
Guard
of
Buchy
(
there
was
none
at
Yonville
)
had
come
to
join
the
corps
of
firemen
,
of
whom
Binet
was
captain
.
On
that
day
he
wore
a
collar
even
higher
than
usual
;
and
,
tightly
buttoned
in
his
tunic
,
his
figure
was
so
stiff
and
motionless
that
the
whole
vital
portion
of
his
person
seemed
to
have
descended
into
his
legs
,
which
rose
in
a
cadence
of
set
steps
with
a
single
movement
.
As
there
was
some
rivalry
between
the
tax-collector
and
the
colonel
,
both
,
to
show
off
their
talents
,
drilled
their
men
separately
.
One
saw
the
red
epaulettes
and
the
black
breastplates
pass
and
re-pass
alternately
;
there
was
no
end
to
it
,
and
it
constantly
began
again
.
There
had
never
been
such
a
display
of
pomp
.
Several
citizens
had
scoured
their
houses
the
evening
before
;
tri-coloured
flags
hung
from
half-open
windows
;
all
the
public-houses
were
full
;
and
in
the
lovely
weather
the
starched
caps
,
the
golden
crosses
,
and
the
coloured
neckerchiefs
seemed
whiter
than
snow
,
shone
in
the
sun
,
and
relieved
with
the
motley
colours
the
sombre
monotony
of
the
frock-coats
and
blue
smocks
.
