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He waited for her letters; he re-read them; he wrote to her.
The early dawn was broadening between the pillars of the market, and the chemist's shop, with the shutters still up, showed in the pale light of the dawn the large letters of his signboard.
They told each other the sorrows of the week, the presentiments, the anxiety for the letters; but now everything was forgotten; they gazed into each other's faces with voluptuous laughs, and tender names.
They gradually came to talking more frequently of matters outside their love, and in the letters that Emma wrote him she spoke of flowers, verses, the moon and the stars, naive resources of a waning passion striving to keep itself alive by all external aids.
But the next day at twelve o'clock she received a summons, and the sight of the stamped paper, on which appeared several times in large letters, "Maitre Hareng, bailiff at Buchy," so frightened her that she rushed in hot haste to the linendraper's.
She none the less went on writing him love letters, in virtue of the notion that a woman must write to her lover.
She kept a desk there in which Rodolphe's letters were locked.
He had to write two letters, to prepare a soothing potion for Bovary, to invent some lie that would conceal the poisoning, and work it up into an article for the "Fanal," without counting the people who were waiting to get the news from him; and when the Yonvillers had all heard his story of the arsenic that she had mistaken for sugar in making a vanilla cream.
"Read Voltaire," said the one, "read D'Holbach, read the 'Encyclopaedia'!""Read the 'Letters of some Portuguese Jews,'" said the other; "read 'The Meaning of Christianity,' by Nicolas, formerly a magistrate."
The man at the circulating library demanded three years' subscriptions; Mere Rollet claimed the postage due for some twenty letters, and when Charles asked for an explanation, she had the delicacy to reply—"Oh, I don't know.
He was shown the letters his wife had written.
All Leon's letters were there.
For instance that sawmill whose curious position on the bank of the Doubs struck you as you entered Verrieres, and on which you noticed the name _Sorel_, inscribed in huge letters on a board which overtops the roof, occupied, six years ago, the ground on which at this moment they are building the wall of the fourth terrace of M. de Renal's gardens.
The cure invited M. Appert to dine with him, but was told that his guest had some letters to write: he did not wish to compromise his kind friend any further.
They were supported by letters that came from Paris, and bore all the most illustrious signatures.
What woman is there in society to whom he has not addressed one or more letters, extremely witty and even a trifle gallant?''Has he written to you?''He writes frequently.''Show me his letters this instant, I order you'; and M. de Renal added six feet to his stature.
'Will you swear to me,' said Madame de Renal solemnly, 'never to quarrel with the Governor of the Poorhouse over these letters?''Quarrel or no quarrel, I can take the foundlings away from him; but,' he continued, furiously, 'I want those letters this instant; where are they?''In a drawer in my desk; but you may be certain, I shall not give you the key of it.'
He will have spoken of me in that tone in Verrieres; and, without going so far,' said Madame de Renal, with the air of one making a discovery, 'he will have spoken like that before Elisa, which is just as though he had spoken to M. Valenod.''Ah!' cried M. de Renal, making the table and the whole room shake with one of the stoutest blows that human fist ever gave, 'the anonymous letter in print and Valenod's letters were all on the same paper.'
Did these letters which you have just discovered prove that I had responded to M. Valenod's overtures, then it would be for you to kill me, I should have deserved it a hundred times, but not to show anger with him.
He had made three journeys to Besancon; he wrote several letters for each mail; he sent others by unknown messengers who came to his house at nightfall.
Next day M. and Madame de Renal gave him the letters which he required for the French Court.
At the most I have shut my eyes; but I have plenty of letters in my desk authorising me to do so.'
He stood speechless with admiration; albeit he could read the word Cafe inscribed in huge letters over the two vast doors, he could not believe his eyes.
He little knew that M. Pirard had received and had flung in the fire several letters bearing the Dijon postmark, letters in which, despite the most conventional style and language, the most intense passion was apparent.
They will never allow Julien Sorel to leave, they will manage to cover themselves with the cleverest excuses, they will reply that he is ill, letters will have gone astray in the post,' etc., etc.'One of these days I shall procure a letter from the Minister to the Bishop,' said the Marquis.
At that time I was writing you day after day letters which I dared not send you; I concealed them carefully, and when I was too wretched used to shut myself up in my room and read over my own letters.
But Madame de Renal thrust him from her, and continued quite firmly:'My respectable friend M. Chelan made me realise that, in marrying M. de Renal, I had pledged all my affections to him, even those of which I was still ignorant, which I had never felt before a certain fatal intimacy ...Since the great sacrifice of those letters, which were so precious to me, my life has flowed on, if not happily, at any rate quietly enough.
The fewer letters the postman brings me, the happier I am.
Each day, at noon, you will take your place in the library of the Marquis, who intends to employ you in writing letters with reference to lawsuits and other business.
'It may happen,' the abbe Pirard continued, 'that some old lady or some man of persuasive speech will hint to you the prospect of immense advantages, or quite plainly offer you money to let him see the letters received by the Marquis ...''Oh, Sir!' cried Julien, blushing.
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