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  1 II, 7  |               Tell him that Monsieur Rodolphe Boulanger of La Huchette
  2 II, 7  |        fellow pick her up?”~Monsieur Rodolphe Boulanger was thirty-four;
  3 II, 7  |           were empty, and around him Rodolphe only heard the regular beating
  4 II, 8  |              behind him in the wind.~Rodolphe, having caught sight of
  5 II, 8  |           making fun of me?” thought Rodolphe.~Emma’s gesture, however,
  6 II, 8  |            neither Madame Bovary nor Rodolphe answered him, whilst at
  7 II, 8  |            the road up to the fence, Rodolphe suddenly turned down a path,
  8 II, 8  |              m! who knows?” answered Rodolphe.~The meadow began to fill,
  9 II, 8  |             As soon as he recognised Rodolphe he came forward quickly,
 10 II, 8  |               you are deserting us?”~Rodolphe protested that he was just
 11 II, 8  |              poking fun at the show, Rodolphe, to move about more easily,
 12 II, 8  |               That is true,” replied Rodolphe. “To think that not one
 13 II, 8  |             there.~“And I too,” said Rodolphe, “am drifting into depression.”~“
 14 II, 8  |             Madame Bovary again took Rodolphe’s arm; he went on as if
 15 II, 8  |              Ah! you think so?” said Rodolphe.~“For, after all,” she went
 16 II, 8  |           called the genius of art.”~Rodolphe, meanwhile, with Madame
 17 II, 8  |          fine arts?”~“I ought,” said Rodolphe, “to get back a little further.”~“
 18 II, 8  |            down there might see me,” Rodolphe resumed, “then I should
 19 II, 8  |              more!”~“Besides,” added Rodolphe, “perhaps from the world’
 20 II, 8  |             comes one day,” repeated Rodolphe, “one day suddenly, and
 21 II, 8  |              light.”~And as he ended Rodolphe suited the action to the
 22 II, 8  |             duty—”~“Ah! again!” said Rodolphe. “Always ‘duty.’ I am sick
 23 II, 8  |             hung above their mouths.~Rodolphe had drawn nearer to Emma,
 24 II, 8  |            conscious of the scent of Rodolphe’s head by her side. This
 25 II, 8  |         contributed to civilisation. Rodolphe with Madame Bovary was talking
 26 II, 8  |           magnetism little by little Rodolphe had come to affinities,
 27 II, 8  |          Cullembourg, sixty francs!”~Rodolphe was pressing her hand, and
 28 II, 8  |            leases-domestic service.”~Rodolphe was no longer speaking.
 29 II, 8  |          bottles. Madame Bovary took Rodolphe’s arm; he saw her home;
 30 II, 8  |           between the hanging lamps. Rodolphe, leaning against the calico
 31 II, 8  |        rockets against the dark sky. Rodolphe gazed at her in the light
 32 II, 8  |         beautiful day for our fete.”~Rodolphe repeated in a low voice,
 33 II, 9  |       Chapter Nine~Six weeks passed. Rodolphe did not come again. At last
 34 II, 9  |             the meshes of the coral.~Rodolphe remained standing, and Emma
 35 II, 9  |              she cried.~“Well,” said Rodolphe, sitting down at her side
 36 II, 9  |             word—only one word!”~And Rodolphe imperceptibly glided from
 37 II, 9  |               Good morning, doctor,” Rodolphe said to him.~The doctor,
 38 II, 9  |           were beginning again. Then Rodolphe asked if riding would not
 39 II, 9  |           she had no horse, Monsieur Rodolphe offered one. She refused
 40 II, 9  |    good-nature.~The next day at noon Rodolphe appeared at Charles’s door
 41 II, 9  |              a deerskin side-saddle.~Rodolphe had put on high soft boots,
 42 II, 9  |           horse set off at a gallop.~Rodolphe galloped by her side. Now
 43 II, 9  |            At the bottom of the hill Rodolphe gave his horse its head;
 44 II, 9  |              cones in front of them.~Rodolphe and Emma thus went along
 45 II, 9  |               God protects us!” said Rodolphe.~“Do you think so?” she
 46 II, 9  |            caught in Emma’s stirrup.~Rodolphe leant forward and removed
 47 II, 9  |           the oaks.~They dismounted. Rodolphe fastened up the horses.
 48 II, 9  |              it up by the skirt; and Rodolphe, walking behind her, saw
 49 II, 9  |           was breathing irregularly. Rodolphe looked round him biting
 50 II, 9  |          trunk of a fallen tree, and Rodolphe began speaking to her of
 51 II, 9  |                Oh! one moment!” said Rodolphe. “Do not let us go! Stay!”~
 52 II, 9  |               Why? Emma! Emma!”~“Oh, Rodolphe!” said the young woman slowly,
 53 II, 9  |             of her throbbing nerves. Rodolphe, a cigar between his lips,
 54 II, 9  |           had moved in their places. Rodolphe now and again bent forward
 55 II, 9  |              the paths, the ditches, Rodolphe, and she again felt the
 56 II, 9  |             told him of her sorrows. Rodolphe interrupted her with kisses;
 57 II, 9  |            in a fissure of the wall. Rodolphe came to fetch it, and put
 58 II, 9  |         seized with the fancy to see Rodolphe at once. She would go quickly
 59 II, 9  |           saw a man sleeping. It was Rodolphe. She uttered a cry.~“You
 60 II, 9  |           the open air. At this hour Rodolphe still slept. It was like
 61 II, 9  |             aureole around her face. Rodolphe, laughing, drew her to him,
 62 II, 9  |           have wished never to leave Rodolphe. Something stronger than
 63 II, 10 |                Chapter Ten~Gradually Rodolphe’s fears took possession
 64 II, 10 |              safe house at Yonville. Rodolphe promised to look for one.~
 65 II, 10 |           thought lost.~To call her, Rodolphe threw a sprinkle of sand
 66 II, 10 |              palpitating, undressed. Rodolphe had a large cloak; he wrapped
 67 II, 10 |             hidden behind the books. Rodolphe settled down there as if
 68 II, 10 |        husband? Oh, poor devil!” And Rodolphe finished his sentence with
 69 II, 10 |     coarseness that scandalised her.~Rodolphe reflected a good deal on
 70 II, 10 |               and of his mother—his! Rodolphe had lost his twenty years
 71 II, 10 |         redoubled in tenderness, and Rodolphe concealed his indifference
 72 II, 10 |               were calmer than ever, Rodolphe having succeeded in carrying
 73 II, 10 |             tenderness.~That evening Rodolphe found her more serious than
 74 II, 11 |           adored her. The thought of Rodolphe for one moment passed through
 75 II, 11 |             whirling round him.~When Rodolphe came to the garden that
 76 II, 12 |          quickly ran to La Huchette. Rodolphe would come; she had sent
 77 II, 12 |              lost.~“Why, what?” said Rodolphe.~She sighed.~“We would go
 78 II, 12 |      together after her meeting with Rodolphe. Then, while playing the
 79 II, 12 | umbrella-maker’s at Rouen to give to Rodolphe. The week after Monsieur
 80 II, 12 |              its silver-gilt handle, Rodolphe had received a seal with
 81 II, 12 |            circumstance, holds back, Rodolphe saw other delights to be
 82 II, 12 |            walking out with Monsieur Rodolphe, a cigarette in her mouth, “
 83 II, 12 |        buried in the pillow.~She and Rodolphe had agreed that in the event
 84 II, 12 |             suddenly caught sight of Rodolphe at the corner of the market.
 85 II, 12 |               Save me!”~She clung to Rodolphe. Her eyes, full of tears,
 86 II, 12 |              forth in a kiss.~“But—” Rodolphe resumed.~“What?” “Your little
 87 II, 12 |        subject for conversation with Rodolphe. She leant on his shoulder
 88 II, 12 |              some business to Rouen. Rodolphe would have booked the seats,
 89 II, 12 |           any allusion to the child. Rodolphe avoided speaking of her;
 90 II, 12 |             Saturday before arrived.~Rodolphe came in the evening earlier
 91 II, 12 |           what a lovely night!” said Rodolphe.~“We shall have others,”
 92 II, 12 |           tears which were falling, “Rodolphe! Rodolphe! Ah! Rodolphe!
 93 II, 12 |             were falling, “Rodolphe! Rodolphe! Ah! Rodolphe! dear little
 94 II, 12 |              Rodolphe! Rodolphe! Ah! Rodolphe! dear little Rodolphe!”~
 95 II, 12 |            Ah! Rodolphe! dear little Rodolphe!”~Midnight struck.~“Midnight!”
 96 II, 12 |          meadow.~After a few moments Rodolphe stopped; and when he saw
 97 II, 13 |       Chapter Thirteen~No sooner was Rodolphe at home than he sat down
 98 II, 13 |            at the bottom of the box, Rodolphe disturbed all the others,
 99 II, 13 |            At last, bored and weary, Rodolphe took back the box to the
100 II, 13 |           all, that’s true,” thought Rodolphe. “I am acting in her interest;
101 II, 13 |              that we are—insensate!”~Rodolphe stopped here to think of
102 II, 13 |            of the candles flickered. Rodolphe got up to, shut the window,
103 II, 13 |             some water into a glass, Rodolphe dipped his finger into it,
104 II, 13 |            clock—he had slept late), Rodolphe had a basket of apricots
105 II, 13 |           not likely to see Monsieur Rodolphe soon again, it seems.”~“
106 II, 13 |              to the ground.~In fact, Rodolphe, after many reflections,
107 II, 14 |       conceive.~As for the memory of Rodolphe, she had thrust it back
108 III, 1 |             her than the boldness of Rodolphe when he advanced to her
109 III, 5 |            sudden thought of meeting Rodolphe, for it seemed to her that,
110 III, 7 |           kept a desk there in which Rodolphe’s letters were locked. It
111 III, 7 |              cry; for the thought of Rodolphe, like a flash of lightning
112 III, 8 |            hurriedly.~“Yes, it is I, Rodolphe. I should like to ask your
113 III, 8 |         nearer, and she sighed. “Oh, Rodolphe! if you but knew! I loved
114 III, 8 |                She burst into tears. Rodolphe thought this was an outburst
115 III, 8 |             her.~“Well, I am ruined, Rodolphe! You must lend me three
116 III, 8 |          come to you.”~“Ah!” thought Rodolphe, turning very pale, “that
117 III, 8 |          betraying, ruining herself.~Rodolphe interrupted her, declaring
118 III, 8 |           haven’t got them,” replied Rodolphe, with that perfect calm
119 III, 8 |            them appeared the face of Rodolphe. They multiplied and drew
120 III, 10|               thought always of her.~Rodolphe, who, to distract himself,
121 III, 11|              into your life.” It was Rodolphe’s letter, fallen to the
122 III, 11|             this mean? He remembered Rodolphe’s attentions, his sudden,
123 III, 11|           broke it open with a kick. Rodolphe’s portrait flew full in
124 III, 11|             his last resource—he met Rodolphe.~They both turned pale when
125 III, 11|         caught sight of one another. Rodolphe, who had only sent his card,
126 III, 11|            was not listening to him; Rodolphe noticed it, and he followed
127 III, 11|              fury, fixed his eyes on Rodolphe, who, in something of fear,
128 III, 11|           don’t blame you,” he said.~Rodolphe was dumb. And Charles, his
129 III, 11|              the fault of fatality!”~Rodolphe, who had managed the fatality,