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           Helivedasabachelor,andwassupposedtohave"atleastfifteenthousandfrancsayear."

           Charlescameintotheroom.MonsieurBoulangerintroducedhisman,whowantedtobebledbecausehefelt"atinglingallover."

           "That’llpurgeme,"heurgedasanobjectiontoallreasoning.

           SoBovaryorderedabandageandabasin,andaskedJustintoholdit.Thenaddressingthepeasant,whowasalreadypale—

           "Don’tbeafraid,mylad."

           "No,no,sir,"saidtheother;"geton."

           Andwithanairofbravadoheheldouthisgreatarm.Attheprickofthelancetthebloodspurtedout,splashingagainstthelooking-glass.

           "Holdthebasinnearer,"exclaimedCharles.

           "Lor!"saidthepeasant,"onewouldswearitwasalittlefountainflowing.Howredmybloodis!That’sagoodsign,isn’tit?"

           "Sometimes,"answeredthedoctor,"onefeelsnothingatfirst,andthensyncopesetsin,andmoreespeciallywithpeopleofstrongconstitutionlikethisman."

           Atthesewordstherusticletgothelancet-casehewastwistingbetweenhisfingers.Ashudderofhisshouldersmadethechair-backcreak.Hishatfelloff.

           "Ithoughtasmuch,"saidBovary,pressinghisfingeronthevein.

           ThebasinwasbeginningtotrembleinJustin’shands;hiskneesshook,heturnedpale.

           "Emma!Emma!"calledCharles.

           Withoneboundshecamedownthestaircase.

           "Somevinegar,"hecried."Odear!twoatonce!"

           Andinhisemotionhecouldhardlyputonthecompress.

           "Itisnothing,"saidMonsieurBoulangerquietly,takingJustininhisarms.