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Chapter 7

           Heseatedhimonthetablewithhisbackrestingagainstthewall.

           MadameBovarybegantakingoffhiscravat.Thestringsofhisshirthadgotintoaknot,andshewasforsomeminutesmovingherlightfingersabouttheyoungfellow’sneck.Thenshepouredsomevinegaronhercambrichandkerchief;shemoistenedhistempleswithlittledabs,andthenblewuponthemsoftly.Theploughmanrevived,butJustin’ssyncopestilllasted,andhiseyeballsdisappearedinthepalescleroticslikeblueflowersinmilk.

           "Wemusthidethisfromhim,"saidCharles.

           MadameBovarytookthebasintoputitunderthetable.Withthemovementshemadeinbendingdown,herdress(itwasasummerdresswithfourflounces,yellow,longinthewaistandwideintheskirt)spreadoutaroundherontheflagsoftheroom;andasEmmastooping,staggeredalittleasshestretchedoutherarms.

           Thestuffhereandtheregavewiththeinflectionsofherbust.

           Thenshewenttofetchabottleofwater,andshewasmeltingsomepiecesofsugarwhenthechemistarrived.Theservanthadbeentofetchhiminthetumult.Seeinghispupil’seyesstaringhedrewalongbreath;thengoingaroundhimhelookedathimfromheadtofoot.

           "Fool!"hesaid,"reallyalittlefool!Afoolinfourletters!Aphlebotomy’sabigaffair,isn’tit!Andafellowwhoisn’tafraidofanything;akindofsquirrel,justasheiswhoclimbstovertiginousheightstoshakedownnuts.

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