Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary“Come, try again,” he went on. “Courage!”He made a gesture of anger and annoyance. She repeated:Then some hundred paces farther on she again stopped, “Where are the horses? Where are the horses?”and through her veil, that fell sideways from her man’s hat Then smiling a strange smile, his pupil fixed, his teeth set,over her hips, her face appeared in a bluish transparency as if he advanced with outstretched arms. She recoiled trembling.she were floating under azure waves.She stammered:“But where are we going?”“Oh, you frighten me! You hurt me! Let me go!”He did not answer. She was breathing irregularly. Rodolphe “If it must be,” he went on, his face changing; and he againlooked round him biting his moustache. They came to a larger became respectful, caressing, timid. She gave him her arm.space where the coppice had been cut. They sat down on the They went back. He said—trunk of a fallen tree, and Rodolphe began speaking to her of “What was the matter with you? Why? I do not understand.You were mistaken, no doubt. In my soul you are as ahis love. He did not begin by frightening her with compliments.He was calm, serious, melancholy.Madonna on a pedestal, in a place lofty, secure, immaculate.Emma listened to him with bowed head, and stirred the But I need you to live! I must have your eyes, your voice,bits of wood on the ground with the tip of her foot. But at your thought! Be my friend, my sister, my angel!”the words, “Are not our destinies now one?”And he put out his arm round her waist. She feebly tried to“Oh, no! she replied. “You know that well. It is impossible!” disengage herself. He supported her thus as they walked along.She rose to go. He seized her by the wrist. She stopped. But they heard the two horses browsing on the leaves.Then, having gazed at him for a few moments with an amorousand humid look, she said hurriedly—Stay!”“Oh! one moment!” said Rodolphe. “Do not let us go!“Ah! do not speak of it again! Where are the horses? Let us He drew her farther on to a small pool where duckweedsgo back.”made a greenness on the water. Faded water lilies lay motion-138
Flaubertless between the reeds. At the noise of their steps in the grass, the last pulsations of her throbbing nerves. Rodolphe, a cigarfrogs jumped away to hide themselves.between his lips, was mending with his penknife one of the“I am wrong! I am wrong!” she said. “I am mad to listen to two broken bridles.you!”They returned to Yonville by the same road. On the mud“Why? Emma! Emma!”they saw again the traces of their horses side by side, the same“Oh, Rodolphe!” said the young woman slowly, leaning on thickets, the same stones to the grass; nothing around themhis shoulder.seemed changed; and yet for her something had happenedThe cloth of her habit caught against the velvet of his coat. more stupendous than if the mountains had moved in theirShe threw back her white neck, swelling with a sigh, and faltering,in tears, with a long shudder and hiding her face, she hand to kiss it.places. Rodolphe now and again bent forward and took hergave herself up to him—She was charming on horseback—upright, with her slenderThe shades of night were falling; the horizontal sun passing waist, her knee bent on the mane of her horse, her face somewhatflushed by the fresh air in the red of the evening.between the branches dazzled the eyes. Here and there aroundher, in the leaves or on the ground, trembled luminous patches, On entering Yonville she made her horse prance in the road.as it hummingbirds flying about had scattered their feathers. People looked at her from the windows.Silence was everywhere; something sweet seemed to come At dinner her husband thought she looked well, but sheforth from the trees; she felt her heart, whose beating had pretended not to hear him when he inquired about her ride,begun again, and the blood coursing through her flesh like a and she remained sitting there with her elbow at the side ofstream of milk. Then far away, beyond the wood, on the her plate between the two lighted candles.other hills, she heard a vague prolonged cry, a voice which “Emma!” he said.lingered, and in silence she heard it mingling like music with “What?”139
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<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong>“Come, try again,” he went on. “Courage!”He made a gesture of anger and annoyance. She repeated:Then some hundred paces farther on she again stopped, “Where are the horses? Where are the horses?”and through her veil, that fell sideways from her man’s hat Then smiling a strange smile, his pupil fixed, his teeth set,over her hips, her face appeared in a bluish transparency as if he advanced with outstretched arms. She recoiled trembling.she were floating under azure waves.She stammered:“But where are we going?”“Oh, you frighten me! You hurt me! Let me go!”He did not answer. She was breathing irregularly. Rodolphe “If it must be,” he went on, his face changing; and he againlooked round him biting his moustache. They came to a larger became respectful, caressing, timid. She gave him her arm.space where the coppice had been cut. They sat down on the They went back. He said—trunk of a fallen tree, and Rodolphe began speaking to her of “What was the matter with you? Why? I do not understand.You were mistaken, no doubt. In my soul you are as ahis love. He did not begin by frightening her with compliments.He was calm, serious, melancholy.Madonna on a pedestal, in a place lofty, secure, immaculate.Emma listened to him with bowed head, and stirred the But I need you to live! I must have your eyes, your voice,bits of wood on the ground with the tip of her foot. But at your thought! Be my friend, my sister, my angel!”the words, “Are not our destinies now one?”And he put out his arm round her waist. She feebly tried to“Oh, no! she replied. “You know that well. It is impossible!” disengage herself. He supported her thus as they walked along.She rose to go. He seized her by the wrist. She stopped. But they heard the two horses browsing on the leaves.Then, having gazed at him for a few moments with an amorousand humid look, she said hurriedly—Stay!”“Oh! one moment!” said Rodolphe. “Do not let us go!“Ah! do not speak of it again! Where are the horses? Let us He drew her farther on to a small pool where duckweedsgo back.”made a greenness on the water. Faded water lilies lay motion-138
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