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           Butbyaneffortofwillthespasmpassed;then—

           "Itisnothing,"shesaid,"itisnothing!Itisnervousness.Sitdownandgooneating."Forshedreadedlestheshouldbeginquestioningher,attendingtoher,thatsheshouldnotbeleftalone.

           Charles,toobeyher,satdownagain,andhespatthestonesoftheapricotsintohishands,afterwardsputtingthemonhisplate.

           Suddenlyabluetilburypassedacrossthesquareatarapidtrot.Emmautteredacryandfellbackrigidtotheground.

           Infact,Rodolphe,aftermanyreflections,haddecidedtosetoutforRouen.Now,asfromLaHuchettetoBuchythereisnootherwaythanbyYonville,hehadtogothroughthevillage,andEmmahadrecognisedhimbytheraysofthelanterns,whichlikelightningflashedthroughthetwilight.

           Thechemist,atthetumultwhichbrokeoutinthehouseranthither.Thetablewithalltheplateswasupset;sauce,meat,knives,thesalt,andcruet-standwerestrewnovertheroom;Charleswascallingforhelp;Berthe,scared,wascrying;andFelicite,whosehandstrembled,wasunlacinghermistress,whosewholebodyshiveredconvulsively.

           "I’llruntomylaboratoryforsomearomaticvinegar,"saidthedruggist.

           Thenassheopenedhereyesonsmellingthebottle—

           "Iwassureofit,"heremarked;"thatwouldwakeanydeadpersonforyou!"

           "Speaktous,"saidCharles;"collectyourself;itisyourCharles,wholovesyou.Doyouknowme?See!hereisyourlittlegirl!Oh,kissher!"

           Thechildstretchedoutherarmstohermothertoclingtoherneck.