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Flaubert“It procured me the advantage of making your acquaintance,”he added, and he looked at Emma as he said this. love like a carp after water on a kitchen-table. With threepolkas every evening. Poor little woman! She is gaping afterThen he put three francs on the corner of the table, bowed words of gallantry she’d adore one, I’m sure of it. She’d benegligently, and went out.tender, charming. Yes; but how to get rid of her afterwards?”He was soon on the other side of the river (this was his way Then the difficulties of love-making seen in the distanceback to La Huchette), and Emma saw him in the meadow, made him by contrast think of his mistress. She was an actressat Rouen, whom he kept; and when he had ponderedwalking under the poplars, slackening his pace now and thenas one who reflects.over this image, with which, even in remembrance, he was“She is very pretty,” he said to himself; “she is very pretty, satiated—this doctor’s wife. Fine teeth, black eyes, a dainty foot, a figurelike a Parisienne’s. Where the devil does she come from? cially fresher. Virginie is decidedly beginning to grow fat. She“Ah! Madame Bovary,” he thought, “is much prettier, espe-Wherever did that fat fellow pick her up?”is so finikin about her pleasures; and, besides, she has a maniaMonsieur Rodolphe Boulanger was thirty-four; he was of for prawns.”brutal temperament and intelligent perspicacity, having, moreover,had much to do with women, and knowing them well. the regular beating of the grass striking against his boots, withThe fields were empty, and around him Rodolphe only heardThis one had seemed pretty to him; so he was thinking about a cry of the grasshopper hidden at a distance among the oats.her and her husband.He again saw Emma in her room, dressed as he had seen her,“I think he is very stupid. She is tired of him, no doubt. He and he undressed her.has dirty nails, and hasn’t shaved for three days. While he is “Oh, I will have her,” he cried, striking a blow with histrotting after his patients, she sits there botching socks. And stick at a clod in front of him. And he at once began to considerthe political part of the enterprise. He asked she gets bored! She would like to live in town and dancehimself—113