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Chapter 15

           Emmawantedtogoout;thecrowdfilledthecorridors,andshefellbackinherarm-chairwithpalpitationsthatchokedher.Charles,fearingthatshewouldfaint,rantotherefreshment-roomtogetaglassofbarley-water.

           Hehadgreatdifficultyingettingbacktohisseat,forhiselbowswerejerkedateverystepbecauseoftheglassheheldinhishands,andheevenspiltthree-fourthsontheshouldersofaRouenladyinshortsleeves,whofeelingthecoldliquidrunningdowntoherloins,utteredcrieslikeapeacock,asifshewerebeingassassinated.Herhusband,whowasamillowner,railedattheclumsyfellow,andwhileshewaswithherhandkerchiefwipingupthestainsfromherhandsomecherry-colouredtaffetagown,heangrilymutteredaboutindemnity,costs,reimbursement.AtlastCharlesreachedhiswife,sayingtoher,quiteoutofbreath

           "Mafoi!IthoughtIshouldhavehadtostaythere.ThereissuchacrowdSUCHacrowd!"

           Headded

           "JustguesswhomImetupthere!MonsieurLeon!"

           "Leon?"

           "Himself!He’scomingalongtopayhisrespects."Andashefinishedthesewordstheex-clerkofYonvilleenteredthebox.

           Heheldouthishandwiththeeaseofagentleman;andMadameBovaryextendedhers,withoutdoubtobeyingtheattractionofastrongerwill.Shehadnotfeltitsincethatspringeveningwhentherainfelluponthegreenleaves,andtheyhadsaidgood-byestandingatthewindow.

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