begun again, and the
blood coursing through her flesh like a stream of milk. Then far away, beyond the wood, on the
other hills, she michael kors factory heard a vague prolonged cry, a voice which lingered, and in silence she heard it
mingling like music with the last pulsations of her throbbing nerves. Rodolphe, a cigar between
his lips, was mending with his penknife one of the two broken bridles.
They returned to Yonville by the same road. On the mud they saw again the traces of their horses
side by side, the same thickets, the same stones to the grass; nothing around them seemed
changed; and yet for her something had happened more stupendous than if the mountains had
moved in their places. Rodolphe now and again bent michael kors outlet canada forward and took her hand to kiss it.
She was charming on horseback--upright, with her michael kors outle slender waist, her knee bent on the michael kors handbags canada mane of her
horse, her face somewhat flushed by the fresh air in michael kors canada outlet the red of the evening.
On entering Yonville she made her horse prance in the road. People looked at her from the
windows.
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