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Chapter 7

           Aninfernalboldnesslookedoutfromherburningeyes,andtheirlidsdrewclosetogetherwithalasciviousandencouraginglook,sothattheyoungmanfelthimselfgrowingweakbeneaththemutewillofthiswomanwhowasurginghimtoacrime.Thenhewasafraid,andtoavoidanyexplanationhesmotehisforehead,crying

           "Morelistocomebackto-night;hewillnotrefuseme,Ihope"(thiswasoneofhisfriends,thesonofaveryrichmerchant);"andIwillbringityouto-morrow,"headded.

           Emmadidnotseemtowelcomethishopewithallthejoyhehadexpected.Didshesuspectthelie?Hewenton,blushing

           "However,ifyoudon’tseemebythreeo’clockdonotwaitforme,mydarling.Imustbeoffnow;forgiveme!Goodbye!"

           Hepressedherhand,butitfeltquitelifeless.Emmahadnostrengthleftforanysentiment.

           Fouro’clockstruck,andsherosetoreturntoYonville,mechanicallyobeyingtheforceofoldhabits.

           Theweatherwasfine.ItwasoneofthoseMarchdays,clearandsharp,whenthesunshinesinaperfectlywhitesky.TheRouenfolk,inSunday-clothes,werewalkingaboutwithhappylooks.ShereachedthePlaceduParvis.Peoplewerecomingoutaftervespers;thecrowdflowedoutthroughthethreedoorslikeastreamthroughthethreearchesofabridge,andinthemiddleone,moremotionlessthanarock,stoodthebeadle.

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