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Chapter 7

           Hivertopenlycastsomedoubtontheefficacyofit.Butthedruggistsaidthathewouldcurehimselfwithanantiphlogisticpomadeofhisowncomposition,andhegavehisaddress"MonsieurHomais,nearthemarket,prettywellknown."

           "Now,"saidHivert,"forallthistroubleyou’llgiveusyourperformance."

           Theblindmansankdownonhishaunches,withhisheadthrownback,whilstherolledhisgreenisheyes,lolledouthistongue,andrubbedhisstomachwithbothhandsasheutteredakindofhollowyelllikeafamisheddog.Emma,filledwithdisgust,threwhimoverhershoulderafive-francpiece.Itwasallherfortune.Itseemedtoherveryfinethustothrowitaway.

           ThecoachhadgoneonagainwhensuddenlyMonsieurHomaisleantoutthroughthewindow,crying

           "Nofarinaceousormilkfood,wearwoolnexttheskin,andexposethediseasedpartstothesmokeofjuniperberries."

           Thesightofthewell-knownobjectsthatdefiledbeforehereyesgraduallydivertedEmmafromherpresenttrouble.Anintolerablefatigueoverwhelmedher,andshereachedherhomestupefied,discouraged,almostasleep.

           "Comewhatmaycome!"shesaidtoherself."Andthen,whoknows?Why,atanymomentcouldnotsomeextraordinaryeventoccur?Lheureuxevenmightdie!"

           Atnineo’clockinthemorningshewasawakenedbythesoundofvoicesinthePlace.Therewasacrowdroundthemarketreadingalargebillfixedtooneoftheposts,andshesawJustin,whowasclimbingontoastoneandtearingdownthebill.

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