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Madame BovaryThey remained alone—Madame Bovary, her back turned, opened his hand; their eyes met again, and he disappeared.her face pressed against a window-pane; Leon held his cap in When he reached the market-place, he stopped and hid behinda pillar to look for the last time at this white house withhis hand, knocking it softly against his thigh.“It is going to rain,” said Emma.the four green blinds. He thought he saw a shadow behind“I have a cloak,” he answered.the window in the room; but the curtain, sliding along the“Ah!”pole as though no one were touching it, slowly opened itsShe turned around, her chin lowered, her forehead bent forward.and thus hung straight and motionless as a plaster wall. Leonlong oblique folds that spread out with a single movement,The light fell on it as on a piece of marble, to the curve of set off running.the eyebrows, without one’s being able to guess what Emma From afar he saw his employer’s gig in the road, and by it awas seeing on the horizon or what she was thinking within man in a coarse apron holding the horse. Homais and MonsieurGuillaumin were talking. They were waiting for him.herself.“Well, good-bye,” he sighed.“Embrace me,” said the druggist with tears in his eyes. “HereShe raised her head with a quick movement.is your coat, my good friend. Mind the cold; take care of“Yes, good-bye—go!”yourself; look after yourself.”They advanced towards each other; he held out his hand; “Come, Leon, jump in,” said the notary.she hesitated.Homais bend over the splash-board, and in a voice broken“In the English fashion, then,” she said, giving her own hand by sobs uttered these three sad words—wholly to him, and forcing a laugh.“A pleasant journey!”Leon felt it between his fingers, and the very essence of all “Good-night,” said Monsieur Guillaumin. “Give him hishis being seemed to pass down into that moist palm. Then he head.” They set out, and Homais went back.104