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little girl! Oh, kiss her!’
         The child stretched out her arms to her mother to cling
       to her neck. But turning away her head, Emma said in a bro-
       ken voice ‘No, no! no one!’
          She fainted again. They carried her to her bed. She lay
       there  stretched  at  full  length,  her  lips  apart,  her  eyelids
       closed, her hands open, motionless, and white as a waxen
       image. Two streams of tears flowed from her eyes and fell
       slowly upon the pillow.
          Charles, standing up, was at the back of the alcove, and
       the chemist, near him, maintained that meditative silence
       that is becoming on the serious occasions of life.
         ‘Do not be uneasy,’ he said, touching his elbow; ‘I think
       the paroxysm is past.’
         ‘Yes, she is resting a little now,’ answered Charles, watch-
       ing her sleep. ‘Poor girl! poor girl! She had gone off now!’
         Then Homais asked how the accident had come about.
       Charles answered that she had been taken ill suddenly while
       she was eating some apricots.
         ‘Extraordinary!’ continued the chemist. ‘But it might be
       that the apricots had brought on the syncope. Some natures
       are so sensitive to certain smells; and it would even be a very
       fine question to study both in its pathological and physio-
       logical relation. The priests know the importance of it, they
       who have introduced aromatics into all their ceremonies. It
       is to stupefy the senses and to bring on ecstasies—a thing,
       moreover, very easy in persons of the weaker sex, who are
       more delicate than the other. Some are cited who faint at
       the smell of burnt hartshorn, of new bread—‘
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