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           "Well,there—there!"shesaidinafaintvoice.Heflewtothewriting-table,toreopentheseal,andreadaloud:"Accusenoone."Hestopped,passedhishandsacrosshiseyes,andreaditoveragain.

           "What!help—help!"

           Hecouldonlykeeprepeatingtheword:"Poisoned!poisoned!"FeliciterantoHomais,whoproclaimeditinthemarket-place;MadameLefrancoishearditatthe"Liond’Or";somegotuptogoandtelltheirneighbours,andallnightthevillagewasonthealert.

           Distraught,faltering,reeling,Charleswanderedabouttheroom.Heknockedagainstthefurniture,torehishair,andthechemisthadneverbelievedthattherecouldbesoterribleasight.

           HewenthometowritetoMonsieurCanivetandtoDoctorLariviere.Helosthishead,andmademorethanfifteenroughcopies.HippolytewenttoNeufchatel,andJustinsospurredBovary’shorsethatheleftitfounderedandthreepartsdeadbythehillatBois-Guillaume.

           Charlestriedtolookuphismedicaldictionary,butcouldnotreadit;thelinesweredancing.

           "Becalm,"saidthedruggist;"wehaveonlytoadministerapowerfulantidote.Whatisthepoison?"

           Charlesshowedhimtheletter.Itwasarsenic.

           "Verywell,"saidHomais,"wemustmakeananalysis."

           Forheknewthatincasesofpoisoningananalysismustbemade;andtheother,whodidnotunderstand,answered—

           "Oh,doanything!saveher!"

           Thengoingbacktoher,hesankuponthecarpet,andlaytherewithhisheadleaningagainsttheedgeofherbed,sobbing.

           "Don’tcry,"shesaidtohim.