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First
they
spoke
of
the
patient
,
then
of
the
weather
,
of
the
great
cold
,
of
the
wolves
that
infested
the
fields
at
night
.
Mademoiselle
Rouault
did
not
at
all
like
the
country
,
especially
now
that
she
had
to
look
after
the
farm
almost
alone
.
As
the
room
was
chilly
,
she
shivered
as
she
ate
.
This
showed
something
of
her
full
lips
,
that
she
had
a
habit
of
biting
when
silent
.
Her
neck
stood
out
from
a
white
turned-down
collar
.
Her
hair
,
whose
two
black
folds
seemed
each
of
a
single
piece
,
so
smooth
were
they
,
was
parted
in
the
middle
by
a
delicate
lie
that
curved
slightly
with
the
curve
of
the
head
;
and
,
just
showing
the
tip
of
the
ear
,
it
was
joined
behind
in
a
thick
chignon
,
with
a
wavy
movement
at
the
temples
that
the
country
doctor
saw
now
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
.
The
upper
part
of
her
cheek
was
rose-coloured
.
She
had
,
like
a
man
,
thrust
in
between
two
buttons
of
her
bodice
a
tortoise-shell
eyeglass
.
When
Charles
,
after
bidding
farewell
to
old
Rouault
,
returned
to
the
room
before
leaving
,
he
found
her
standing
,
her
forehead
against
the
window
,
looking
into
the
garden
,
where
the
bean
props
had
been
knocked
down
by
the
wind
.
She
turned
round
.
"
Are
you
looking
for
anything
?
"
she
asked
.
"
My
whip
,
if
you
please
,
"
he
answered
.
He
began
rummaging
on
the
bed
,
behind
the
doors
,
under
the
chairs
.
It
had
fallen
to
the
floor
,
between
the
sacks
and
the
wall
.
Mademoiselle
Emma
saw
it
,
and
bent
over
the
flour
sacks
.
Charles
out
of
politeness
made
a
dash
also
,
and
as
he
stretched
out
his
arm
,
at
the
same
moment
felt
his
breast
brush
against
the
back
of
the
young
girl
bending
beneath
him
.
She
drew
herself
up
,
scarlet
,
and
looked
at
him
over
her
shoulder
as
she
handed
him
his
whip
.
Instead
of
returning
to
the
Bertaux
in
three
days
as
he
had
promised
,
he
went
back
the
very
next
day
,
then
regularly
twice
a
week
,
without
counting
the
visits
he
paid
now
and
then
as
if
by
accident
.
Everything
,
moreover
,
went
well
;
the
patient
progressed
favourably
;
and
when
,
at
the
end
of
forty-six
days
,
old
Rouault
was
seen
trying
to
walk
alone
in
his
"
den
,
"
Monsieur
Bovary
began
to
be
looked
upon
as
a
man
of
great
capacity
.
Old
Rouault
said
that
he
could
not
have
been
cured
better
by
the
first
doctor
of
Yvetot
,
or
even
of
Rouen
.
As
to
Charles
,
he
did
not
stop
to
ask
himself
why
it
was
a
pleasure
to
him
to
go
to
the
Bertaux
.
Had
he
done
so
,
he
would
,
no
doubt
,
have
attributed
his
zeal
to
the
importance
of
the
case
,
or
perhaps
to
the
money
he
hoped
to
make
by
it
.
Was
it
for
this
,
however
,
that
his
visits
to
the
farm
formed
a
delightful
exception
to
the
meagre
occupations
of
his
life
?
On
these
days
he
rose
early
,
set
off
at
a
gallop
,
urging
on
his
horse
,
then
got
down
to
wipe
his
boots
in
the
grass
and
put
on
black
gloves
before
entering
.
He
liked
going
into
the
courtyard
,
and
noticing
the
gate
turn
against
his
shoulder
,
the
cock
crow
on
the
wall
,
the
lads
run
to
meet
him
.
