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‘Ahl thanks, thanks!’
For he would come; he would have found some money.
But he would, perhaps, go down yonder, not guessing she
was here, and she told the nurse to run to her house to fetch
him.
‘Be quick!’
‘But, my dear lady, I’m going, I’m going!’
She wondered now that she had not thought of him from
the first. Yesterday he had given his word; he would not
break it. And she already saw herself at Lheureux’s spread-
ing out her three bank-notes on his bureau. Then she would
have to invent some story to explain matters to Bovary.
What should it be?
The nurse, however, was a long while gone. But, as there
was no clock in the cot, Emma feared she was perhaps ex-
aggerating the length of time. She began walking round the
garden, step by step; she went into the path by the hedge,
and returned quickly, hoping that the woman would have
come back by another road. At last, weary of waiting, as-
sailed by fears that she thrust from her, no longer conscious
whether she had been here a century or a moment, she sat
down in a corner, closed her eyes, and stopped her ears. The
gate grated; she sprang up. Before she had spoken Mere
Rollet said to her—
‘There is no one at your house!’
‘What?’
‘Oh, no one! And the doctor is crying. He is calling for
you; they’re looking for you.’
Emma answered nothing. She gasped as she turned her

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