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Chapter 6

           Alongrayofthesunfellacrossthenaveandseemedtodarkenthelowersidesandthecorners.

           "Whereisthecure?"askedMadameBovaryofoneofthelads,whowasamusinghimselfbyshakingaswivelinaholetoolargeforit.

           "Heisjustcoming,"heanswered.

           Andinfactthedoorofthepresbyterygrated;AbbeBournisienappeared;thechildren,pell-mell,fledintothechurch.

           "Theseyoungscamps!"murmuredthepriest,"alwaysthesame!"

           Then,pickingupacatechismallinragsthathehadstruckwithisfoot,"Theyrespectnothing!"ButassoonashecaughtsightofMadameBovary,"Excuseme,"hesaid;"Ididnotrecogniseyou."

           Hethrustthecatechismintohispocket,andstoppedshort,balancingtheheavyvestrykeybetweenhistwofingers.

           Thelightofthesettingsunthatfellfulluponhisfacepaledthelastingofhiscassock,shinyattheelbows,unravelledatthehem.Greaseandtobaccostainsfollowedalonghisbroadchestthelinesofthebuttons,andgrewmorenumerousthefarthertheywerefromhisneckcloth,inwhichthemassivefoldsofhisredchinrested;thiswasdottedwithyellowspots,thatdisappearedbeneaththecoarsehairofhisgreyishbeard.Hehadjustdinedandwasbreathingnoisily.

           "Howareyou?"headded.

           "Notwell,"repliedEmma;"Iamill."

           "Well,andsoamI,"answeredthepriest."Thesefirstwarmdaysweakenonemostremarkably,don’tthey?But,afterall,weareborntosuffer,asSt.Paulsays.

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