ThensuddenlyhesawherinthegardenatTostes，onabenchagainstthethornhedge，orelseatRoueninthestreets，onthethresholdoftheirhouse，intheyardatBertaux。Heagainheardthelaughterofthehappyboysbeneaththeapple-trees：theroomwasfilledwiththeperfumeofherhair；andherdressrustledinhisarmswithanoiselikeelectricity。Thedresswasstillthesame。
Foralongwhilehethusrecalledallhislostjoys，herattitudes，hermovements，thesoundofhervoice。Upononefitofdespairfollowedanother，andevenothers，inexhaustibleasthewavesofanoverflowingsea。
Aterriblecuriosityseizedhim。Slowly，withthetipsofbisfingers，palpitating，heliftedherveil。Butheutteredacryofhorrorthatawoketheothertwo。
Theydraggedhimdownintothesitting-room。ThenFelicitecameuptosaythathewantedsomeofherhair。
“Cutsomeoff，“repliedthedruggist。
Andasshedidnotdareto，hehimselfsteppedforward，scissorsinhand。Hetrembledsothathepiercedtheskinofthetempleinseveralplaces。Atlast，stiffeninghimselfagainstemotion，Homaisgavetwoorthreegreatcutsatrandomthatleftwhitepatchesamongstthatbeautifulblackhair。
Thechemistandthecureplungedanewintotheiroccupations，notwithoutsleepingfromtimetotime，ofwhichtheyaccusedeachotherreciprocallyateachfreshawakening。ThenMonsieurBournisiensprinkledtheroomwithholywaterandHomaisthrewalittlechlorinewateronthefloor。
Felicitehadtakencaretoputonthechestofdrawers，foreachofthem，abottleofbrandy，somecheese，andalargeroll。Andthedruggist，whocouldnotholdoutanylonger，aboutfourinthemorningsighed——
“Myword!Ishouldliketotakesomesustenance。“
Thepriestdidnotneedanypersuading；hewentouttogoandsaymass，cameback，andthentheyateandhobnobbed，gigglingalittlewithoutknowingwhy，stimulatedbythatvaguegaietythatcomesuponusaftertimesofsadness，andatthelastglassthepriestsaidtothedruggist，asheclappedhimontheshoulder——
“Weshallendbyunderstandingoneanother。“
Inthepassagedownstairstheymettheundertaker’smen，whowerecomingin。ThenCharlesfortwohourshadtosufferthetortureofhearingthehammerresoundagainstthewood。Nextdaytheyloweredherintoheroakcoffin，thatwasfittedintotheothertwo；butasthebierwastoolarge，theyhadtofillupthegapswiththewoolofamattress。Atlast，whenthethreelidshadbeenplaneddown，nailed，soldered，itwasplacedoutsideinfrontofthedoor；thehousewasthrownopen，andthepeopleofYonvillebegantoflockround。
OldRouaultarrived，andfaintedonthePlacewhenhesawtheblackcloth!
ChapterTenHehadonlyreceivedthechemist’sletterthirty-sixhoursaftertheevent；and，fromconsiderationforhisfeelings，Homaishadsowordeditthatitwasimpossibletomakeoutwhatitwasallabout。
First，theoldfellowhadfallenasifstruckbyapoplexy。Next，heunderstoodthatshewasnotdead，butshemightbe。Atlast，hehadputonhisblouse，takenhishat，fastenedhisspurstohisboots，andsetoutatfullspeed；andthewholeofthewayoldRouault，panting，wastornbyanguish。Onceevenhewasobligedtodismount。Hewasdizzy；heheardvoicesroundabouthim；hefelthimselfgoingmad。
Daybroke。Hesawthreeblackhensasleepinatree。Heshuddered，horrifiedatthisomen。ThenhepromisedtheHolyVirginthreechasublesforthechurch，andthathewouldgobarefootedfromthecemeteryatBertauxtothechapelofVassonville。
HeenteredMarommeshoutingforthepeopleoftheinn，burstopenthedoorwithathrustofhisshoulder，madeforasackofoats，emptiedabottleofsweetciderintothemanger，andagainmountedhisnag，whosefeetstruckfireasitdashedalong。
Hesaidtohimselfthatnodoubttheywouldsaveher；thedoctorswoulddiscoversomeremedysurely。Herememberedallthemiraculouscureshehadbeentoldabout。Thensheappearedtohimdead。Shewasthere；beforehiseyes，lyingonherbackinthemiddleoftheroad。Hereinedup，andthehallucinationdisappeared。
AtQuincampoix，togivehimselfheart，hedrankthreecupsofcoffeeoneaftertheother。Hefanciedtheyhadmadeamistakeinthenameinwriting。Helookedfortheletterinhispocket，feltitthere，butdidnotdaretoopenit。
Atlasthebegantothinkitwasallajoke；someone’sspite，thejestofsomewag；andbesides，ifsheweredead，onewouldhaveknownit。Butno!Therewasnothingextraordinaryaboutthecountry；theskywasblue，thetreesswayed；aflockofsheeppassed。Hesawthevillage；hewasseencomingbendingforwarduponhishorse，belabouringitwithgreatblows，thegirthsdrippingwithblood。
Whenhehadrecoveredconsciousness，hefell，weeping，intoBovary’sarms：“Mygirl!Emma!mychild!tellme——“
Theotherreplied，sobbing，“Idon’tknow!Idon’tknow!It’sacurse!“
Thedruggistseparatedthem。“Thesehorribledetailsareuseless。
Iwilltellthisgentlemanallaboutit。Herearethepeoplecoming。Dignity!Comenow!Philosophy!“
Thepoorfellowtriedtoshowhimselfbrave，andrepeatedseveraltimes。“Yes!courage!“
“Oh，“criedtheoldman，“soIwillhave，byGod!I’llgoalongo’hertotheend!“
Thebellbegantolling。Allwasready；theyhadtostart。Andseatedinastallofthechoir，sidebyside，theysawpassandrepassinfrontofthemcontinuallythethreechantingchoristers。
Theserpent-playerwasblowingwithallhismight。MonsieurBournisien，infullvestments，wassinginginashrillvoice。Hebowedbeforethetabernacle，raisinghishands，stretchedouthisarms。Lestiboudoiswentaboutthechurchwithhiswhalebonestick。Thebierstoodnearthelectern，betweenfourrowsofcandles。Charlesfeltinclinedtogetupandputthemout。
Yethetriedtostirhimselftoafeelingofdevotion，tothrowhimselfintothehopeofafuturelifeinwhichheshouldseeheragain。Heimaginedtohimselfshehadgoneonalongjourney，faraway，foralongtime。Butwhenhethoughtofherlyingthere，andthatallwasover，thattheywouldlayherintheearth，hewasseizedwithafierce，gloomy，despairfulrage。Attimeshethoughthefeltnothingmore，andheenjoyedthislullinhispain，whilstatthesametimehereproachedhimselfforbeingawretch。
Thesharpnoiseofaniron-ferruledstickwasheardonthestones，strikingthematirregularintervals。Itcamefromtheendofthechurch，andstoppedshortattheloweraisles。Amaninacoarsebrownjacketkneltdownpainfully。ItwasHippolyte，thestable-boyatthe“Liond’Or。“Hehadputonhisnewleg。
Oneofthechoristerswentroundthenavemakingacollection，andthecopperschinkedoneaftertheotheronthesilverplate。
“Oh，makehaste!Iaminpain!“criedBovary，angrilythrowinghimafive-francpiece。Thechurchmanthankedhimwithadeepbow。
Theysang，theyknelt，theystoodup；itwasendless!Herememberedthatonce，intheearlytimes，theyhadbeentomasstogether，andtheyhadsatdownontheotherside，ontheright，bythewall。Thebellbeganagain。Therewasagreatmovingofchairs；thebearersslippedtheirthreestavesunderthecoffin，andeveryoneleftthechurch。
ThenJustinappearedatthedooroftheshop。Hesuddenlywentinagain，pale，staggering。
Peoplewereatthewindowstoseetheprocessionpass。Charlesattheheadwalkederect。Heaffectedabraveair，andsalutedwithanodthosewho，comingoutfromthelanesorfromtheirdoors，stoodamidstthecrowd。
Thesixmen，threeoneitherside，walkedslowly，pantingalittle。Thepriests，thechoristers，andthetwochoirboysrecitedtheDeprofundis*，andtheirvoicesechoedoverthefields，risingandfallingwiththeirundulations。Sometimestheydisappearedinthewindingsofthepath；butthegreatsilvercrossrosealwaysbeforethetrees。
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Thewomenfollowedinblackcloakswithturned-downhoods；eachofthemcarriedinherhandsalargelightedcandle，andCharlesfelthimselfgrowingweakeratthiscontinualrepetitionofprayersandtorches，beneaththisoppressiveodourofwaxandofcassocks。Afreshbreezewasblowing；theryeandcolzaweresprouting，littledewdropstrembledattheroadsidesandonthehawthornhedges。Allsortsofjoyoussoundsfilledtheair；thejoltingofacartrollingafaroffintheruts，thecrowingofacock，repeatedagainandagain，orthegamblingofafoalrunningawayundertheapple-trees：Thepureskywasfrettedwithrosyclouds；abluishhazeresteduponthecotscoveredwithiris。
Charlesashepassedrecognisedeachcourtyard。Herememberedmorningslikethis，when，aftervisitingsomepatient，hecameoutfromoneandreturnedtoher。
Theblackclothbestrewnwithwhitebeadsblewupfromtimetotime，layingbarethecoffin。Thetiredbearerswalkedmoreslowly，anditadvancedwithconstantjerks，likeaboatthatpitcheswitheverywave。
Theyreachedthecemetery。Themenwentrightdowntoaplaceinthegrasswhereagravewasdug。Theyrangedthemselvesallround；andwhilethepriestspoke，theredsoilthrownupatthesideskeptnoiselesslyslippingdownatthecorners。
Thenwhenthefourropeswerearrangedthecoffinwasplaceduponthem。Hewatcheditdescend；itseemeddescendingforever。Atlastathudwasheard；theropescreakedastheyweredrawnup。
ThenBournisientookthespadehandedtohimbyLestiboudois；
withhislefthandallthetimesprinklingwater，withtherighthevigorouslythrewinalargespadeful；andthewoodofthecoffin，struckbythepebbles，gaveforththatdreadsoundthatseemstousthereverberationofeternity。
Theecclesiasticpassedtheholywatersprinklertohisneighbour。ThiswasHomais。Heswungitgravely，thenhandedittoCharles，whosanktohiskneesintheearthandthrewinhandfulsofit，crying，“Adieu!“Hesentherkisses；hedraggedhimselftowardsthegrave，toengulfhimselfwithher。Theyledhimaway，andhesoongrewcalmer，feelingperhaps，liketheothers，avaguesatisfactionthatitwasallover。