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Chapter 7

           Charles’sconversationwascommonplaceasastreetpavement,andeveryone’sideastroopedthroughitintheireverydaygarb,withoutexcitingemotion,laughter,orthought.Hehadneverhadthecuriosity,hesaid,whilehelivedatRouen,togotothetheatretoseetheactorsfromParis.Hecouldneitherswim,norfence,norshoot,andonedayhecouldnotexplainsometermofhorsemanshiptoherthatshehadcomeacrossinanovel.

           Aman,onthecontrary,shouldhenotknoweverything,excelinmanifoldactivities,initiateyouintotheenergiesofpassion,therefinementsoflife,allmysteries?Butthisonetaughtnothing,knewnothing,wishednothing.Hethoughtherhappy;andsheresentedthiseasycalm,thissereneheaviness,theveryhappinessshegavehim.

           Sometimesshewoulddraw;anditwasgreatamusementtoCharlestostandthereboltuprightandwatchherbendoverhercardboard,witheyeshalf-closedthebettertoseeherwork,orrolling,betweenherfingers,littlebread-pellets.Astothepiano,themorequicklyherfingersglidedoveritthemorehewondered.Shestruckthenoteswithaplomb,andranfromtoptobottomofthekeyboardwithoutabreak.Thusshakenup,theoldinstrument,whosestringsbuzzed,couldbeheardattheotherendofthevillagewhenthewindowwasopen,andoftenthebailiff’sclerk,passingalongthehighroadbare-headedandinlistslippers,stoppedtolisten,hissheetofpaperinhishand.

           Emma,ontheotherhand,knewhowtolookafterherhouse.

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