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Chapter 11

           Therewasasoundofstepsonthepavement.Charleslookedup,andthroughtheloweredblindshesawatthecornerofthemarketinthebroadsunshineDr.Canivet,whowaswipinghisbrowwithhishandkerchief.Homais,behindhim,wascarryingalargeredboxinhishand,andbothweregoingtowardsthechemist’s.

           ThenwithafeelingofsuddentendernessanddiscouragementCharlesturnedtohiswifesayingtoher

           "Oh,kissme,myown!"

           "Leaveme!"shesaid,redwithanger.

           "Whatisthematter?"heasked,stupefied."Becalm;composeyourself.YouknowwellenoughthatIloveyou.Come!"

           "Enough!"shecriedwithaterriblelook.

           Andescapingfromtheroom,Emmaclosedthedoorsoviolentlythatthebarometerfellfromthewallandsmashedonthefloor.

           Charlessankbackintohisarm-chairoverwhelmed,tryingtodiscoverwhatcouldbewrongwithher,fancyingsomenervousillness,weeping,andvaguelyfeelingsomethingfatalandincomprehensiblewhirlingroundhim.

           WhenRodolphecametothegardenthatevening,hefoundhismistresswaitingforhimatthefootofthestepsontheloweststair.Theythrewtheirarmsroundoneanother,andalltheirrancourmeltedlikesnowbeneaththewarmthofthatkiss.

           

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