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Chapter 12

           "Oh,don’tbecross!I’llgoandcleanherboots."

           AndheatoncetookdownfromtheshelfEmma’sboots,allcoatedwithmud,themudoftherendezvous,thatcrumbledintopowderbeneathhisfingers,andthathewatchedasitgentlyroseinarayofsunlight.

           "Howafraidyouareofspoilingthem!"saidtheservant,whowasn’tsoparticularwhenshecleanedthemherself,becauseassoonasthestuffofthebootswasnolongerfreshmadamehandedthemovertoher.

           Emmahadanumberinhercupboardthatshesquanderedoneaftertheother,withoutCharlesallowinghimselftheslightestobservation.SoalsohedisbursedthreehundredfrancsforawoodenlegthatshethoughtpropertomakeapresentoftoHippolyte.Itstopwascoveredwithcork,andithadspringjoints,acomplicatedmechanism,coveredoverbyblacktrousersendinginapatent-leatherboot.ButHippolyte,notdaringtousesuchahandsomelegeveryday,beggedMadameBovarytogethimanothermoreconvenientone.Thedoctor,ofcourse,hadagaintodefraytheexpenseofthispurchase.

           Solittlebylittlethestable-mantookuphisworkagain.Onesawhimrunningaboutthevillageasbefore,andwhenCharlesheardfromafarthesharpnoiseofthewoodenleg,heatoncewentinanotherdirection.

           ItwasMonsieurLheureux,theshopkeeper,whohadundertakentheorder;thisprovidedhimwithanexcuseforvisitingEmma.HechattedwithheraboutthenewgoodsfromParis,aboutathousandfemininetrifles,madehimselfveryobliging,andneveraskedforhismoney.

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