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Madame Bovarythe doctor did not dare to risk both operations at once; he who were waiting in the yard, and who fancied that Hippolytewas even trembling already for fear of injuring some importantregion that he did not know.led his patient into the machine, went home, where Emma,would reappear walking properly. Then Charles, having buck-Neither Ambrose Pare, applying for the first time since all anxiety, awaited him at the door. She threw herself on hisCelsus, after an interval of fifteen centuries, a ligature to an neck; they sat down to table; he ate much, and at dessert heartery, nor Dupuytren, about to open an abscess in the brain, even wanted to take a cup of coffee, a luxury he only permittedhimself on Sundays when there was company.nor Gensoul when he first took away the superior maxilla,had hearts that trembled, hands that shook, minds so strained The evening was charming, full of prattle, of dreams together.They talked about their future fortune, of the im-as Monsieur Bovary when he approached Hippolyte, his tenotomebetween his fingers. And as at hospitals, near by on a provements to be made in their house; he saw people’s estimationof him growing, his comforts increasing, his wife al-table lay a heap of lint, with waxed thread, many bandages—a pyramid of bandages—every bandage to be found at the ways loving him; and she was happy to refresh herself with adruggist’s. It was Monsieur Homais who since morning had new sentiment, healthier, better, to feel at last some tendernessfor this poor fellow who adored her. The thought ofbeen organising all these preparations, as much to dazzle themultitude as to keep up his illusions. Charles pierced the skin; Rodolphe for one moment passed through her mind, but hera dry crackling was heard. The tendon was cut, the operation eyes turned again to Charles; she even noticed with surpriseover. Hippolyte could not get over his surprise, but bent over that he had not bad teeth.Bovary’s hands to cover them with kisses.They were in bed when Monsieur Homais, in spite of the“Come, be calm,” said the druggist; “later on you will show servant, suddenly entered the room, holding in his hand ayour gratitude to your benefactor.”sheet of paper just written. It was the paragraph he intendedAnd he went down to tell the result to five or six inquirers for the “Fanal de Rouen.” He brought it for them to read.152