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Madame Bovaryhim, the dimity petticoats, the fichus, the collars, and the “How afraid you are of spoiling them!” said the servant,drawers with running strings, wide at the hips and growing who wasn’t so particular when she cleaned them herself, becauseas soon as the stuff of the boots was no longer freshnarrower below.“What is that for?” asked the young fellow, passing his hand madame handed them over to her.over the crinoline or the hooks and eyes.Emma had a number in her cupboard that she squandered“Why, haven’t you ever seen anything?” Felicite answered laughing.“As if your mistress, Madame Homais, didn’t wear the same.” slightest observation. So also he disbursed three hundred francsone after the other, without Charles allowing himself the“Oh, I daresay! Madame Homais!” And he added with a for a wooden leg that she thought proper to make a presentmeditative air, “As if she were a lady like madame!” of to Hippolyte. Its top was covered with cork, and it hadBut Felicite grew impatient of seeing him hanging round spring joints, a complicated mechanism, covered over by blackher. She was six years older than he, and Theodore, Monsieur trousers ending in a patent-leather boot. But Hippolyte, notGuillaumin’s servant, was beginning to pay court to her. daring to use such a handsome leg every day, begged Madame“Let me alone,” she said, moving her pot of starch. “You’d Bovary to get him another more convenient one. The doctor,better be off and pound almonds; you are always dangling of course, had again to defray the expense of this purchase.about women. Before you meddle with such things, bad boy, So little by little the stable-man took up his work again.wait till you’ve got a beard to your chin.”One saw him running about the village as before, and when“Oh, don’t be cross! I’ll go and clean her boots.”Charles heard from afar the sharp noise of the wooden leg, heAnd he at once took down from the shelf Emma’s boots, at once went in another direction.all coated with mud, the mud of the rendezvous, that crumbled It was Monsieur Lheureux, the shopkeeper, who had undertakenthe order; this provided him with an excuse for vis-into powder beneath his fingers, and that he watched as itgently rose in a ray of sunlight.iting Emma. He chatted with her about the new goods from162