Madame Bovary - Penn State University

FlaubertHe lived as a bachelor, and was supposed to have “at least At these words the rustic let go the lancet-case he was twistingbetween his fingers. A shudder of his shoulders made thefifteen thousand francs a year.”Charles came into the room. Monsieur Boulanger introducedhis man, who wanted to be bled because he felt “a “I thought as much,” said Bovary, pressing his finger on the vein.chair-back creak. His hat fell off.tingling all over.”The basin was beginning to tremble in Justin’s hands; his“That’ll purge me,” he urged as an objection to all reasoning.“Emma! Emma!” called Charles.knees shook, he turned pale.So Bovary ordered a bandage and a basin, and asked Justin With one bound she came down the staircase.to hold it. Then addressing the peasant, who was already pale— “Some vinegar,” he cried. “O dear! two at once!”“Don’t be afraid, my lad.”And in his emotion he could hardly put on the compress.“No, no, sir,” said the other; “get on.”“It is nothing,” said Monsieur Boulanger quietly, taking Justinin his arms. He seated him on the table with his backAnd with an air of bravado he held out his great arm. At theprick of the lancet the blood spurted out, splashing against resting against the wall.the looking-glass.Madame Bovary began taking off his cravat. The strings of“Hold the basin nearer,” exclaimed Charles.his shirt had got into a knot, and she was for some minutes“Lor!” said the peasant, “one would swear it was a little moving her light fingers about the young fellow’s neck. Thenfountain flowing. How red my blood is! That’s a good sign, she poured some vinegar on her cambric handkerchief; sheisn’t it?”moistened his temples with little dabs, and then blew upon“Sometimes,” answered the doctor, “one feels nothing at them softly. The ploughman revived, but Justin’s syncope stillfirst, and then syncope sets in, and more especially with people lasted, and his eyeballs disappeared in the pale sclerotics likeof strong constitution like this man.”blue flowers in milk.111