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Madame Bovaryquestions she replied only with a shake of the head; she even room. He knocked against the furniture, tore his hair, andsmiled once or twice. Gradually, her moaning grew louder; a the chemist had never believed that there could be so terriblehollow shriek burst from her; she pretended she was better a sight.and that she would get up presently. But she was seized with He went home to write to Monsieur Canivet and to DoctorLariviere. He lost his head, and made more than fifteenconvulsions and cried out—“Ah! my God! It is horrible!”rough copies. Hippolyte went to Neufchatel, and Justin soHe threw himself on his knees by her bed.spurred Bovary’s horse that he left it foundered and three parts“Tell me! what have you eaten? Answer, for heaven’s sake!” dead by the hill at Bois-Guillaume.And he looked at her with a tenderness in his eyes such as Charles tried to look up his medical dictionary, but couldshe had never seen.not read it; the lines were dancing.“Well, there—there!” she said in a faint voice. He flew to “Be calm,” said the druggist; “we have only to administer athe writing-table, tore open the seal, and read aloud: “Accuse powerful antidote. What is the poison?”no one.” He stopped, passed his hands across his eyes, and Charles showed him the letter. It was arsenic.read it over again.“Very well,” said Homais, “we must make an analysis.”“What! help—help!”For he knew that in cases of poisoning an analysis must beHe could only keep repeating the word: “Poisoned! poisoned!”Felicite ran to Homais, who proclaimed it in the “Oh, do anything! save her!”made; and the other, who did not understand, answered—market-place; Madame Lefrancois heard it at the “Lion d’Or”; Then going back to her, he sank upon the carpet, and lay theresome got up to go and tell their neighbours, and all night the with his head leaning against the edge of her bed, sobbing.village was on the alert.“Don’t cry,” she said to him. “Soon I shall not trouble youDistraught, faltering, reeling, Charles wandered about the any more.”270