Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovaryspoken that fell on their souls sonorous, crystalline, and that it a sort of indecency and a naive coarseness that scandalisedreverberated in multiplied vibrations.her.When the night was rainy, they took refuge in the consulting-roombetween the cart-shed and the stable. She lighted If she had spoken seriously, it was very ridiculous, he thought,Rodolphe reflected a good deal on the affair of the pistols.one of the kitchen candles that she had hidden behind the even odious; for he had no reason to hate the good Charles,books. Rodolphe settled down there as if at home. The sight not being what is called devoured by jealousy; and on thisof the library, of the bureau, of the whole apartment, in fine, subject Emma had taken a great vow that he did not think inexcited his merriment, and he could not refrain from making the best of taste.jokes about Charles, which rather embarrassed Emma. She Besides, she was growing very sentimental. She had insistedwould have liked to see him more serious, and even on occasionsmore dramatic; as, for example, when she thought she and now she was asking for a ring—a real wedding-ring, inon exchanging miniatures; they had cut off handfuls of hair,heard a noise of approaching steps in the alley.sign of an eternal union. She often spoke to him of the evening“Someone is coming!” she said.chimes, of the voices of nature. Then she talked to him of herHe blew out the light.mother—hers! and of his mother—his! Rodolphe had lost“Have you your pistols?”his twenty years ago. Emma none the less consoled him with“Why?”caressing words as one would have done a lost child, and she“Why, to defend yourself,” replied Emma.sometimes even said to him, gazing at the moon“From your husband? Oh, poor devil!” And Rodolphe finishedhis sentence with a gesture that said, “I could crush him love.”“I am sure that above there together they approve of ourwith a flip of my finger.”But she was so pretty. He had possessed so few women ofShe was wonder-stricken at his bravery, although she felt in such ingenuousness. This love without debauchery was a new146
Flaubertexperience for him, and, drawing him out of his lazy habits, fancy; and at the end of six months, when the spring-timecaressed at once his pride and his sensuality. Emma’s enthusiasm,which his bourgeois good sense disdained, seemed to quilly keeping up a domestic flame.came, they were to one another like a married couple, tran-him in his heart of hearts charming, since it was lavished on It was the time of year when old Rouault sent his turkey inhim. Then, sure of being loved, he no longer kept up appearances,and insensibly his ways changed.arrived with a letter. Emma cut the string that tied it to theremembrance of the setting of his leg. The present alwaysHe had no longer, as formerly, words so gentle that they basket, and read the following lines:—made her cry, nor passionate caresses that made her mad, so “My Dear Children—I hope this will find you well, andthat their great love, which engrossed her life, seemed to lessen that this one will be as good as the others. For it seems to mebeneath her like the water of a stream absorbed into its channel,and she could see the bed of it. She would not believe it; But next time, for a change, I’ll give you a turkeycock, unlessa little more tender, if I may venture to say so, and heavier.she redoubled in tenderness, and Rodolphe concealed his indifferenceless and less.hamper, if you please, with the two old ones. I have had anyou have a preference for some dabs; and send me back theShe did not know if she regretted having yielded to him, or accident with my cart-sheds, whose covering flew off onewhether she did not wish, on the contrary, to enjoy him the windy night among the trees. The harvest has not beenmore. The humiliation of feeling herself weak was turning to overgood either. Finally, I don’t know when I shall come torancour, tempered by their voluptuous pleasures. It was not see you. It is so difficult now to leave the house since I amaffection; it was like a continual seduction. He subjugated alone, my poor Emma.”her; she almost feared him.Here there was a break in the lines, as if the old fellow hadAppearances, nevertheless, were calmer than ever, Rodolphe dropped his pen to dream a little while.having succeeded in carrying out the adultery after his own “For myself, I am very well, except for a cold I caught the147
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Flaubertexperience for him, and, drawing him out of his lazy habits, fancy; and at the end of six months, when the spring-timecaressed at once his pride and his sensuality. Emma’s enthusiasm,which his bourgeois good sense disdained, seemed to quilly keeping up a domestic flame.came, they were to one another like a married couple, tran-him in his heart of hearts charming, since it was lavished on It was the time of year when old Rouault sent his turkey inhim. Then, sure of being loved, he no longer kept up appearances,and insensibly his ways changed.arrived with a letter. Emma cut the string that tied it to theremembrance of the setting of his leg. The present alwaysHe had no longer, as formerly, words so gentle that they basket, and read the following lines:—made her cry, nor passionate caresses that made her mad, so “My Dear Children—I hope this will find you well, andthat their great love, which engrossed her life, seemed to lessen that this one will be as good as the others. For it seems to mebeneath her like the water of a stream absorbed into its channel,and she could see the bed of it. She would not believe it; But next time, for a change, I’ll give you a turkeycock, unlessa little more tender, if I may venture to say so, and heavier.she redoubled in tenderness, and Rodolphe concealed his indifferenceless and less.hamper, if you please, with the two old ones. I have had anyou have a preference for some dabs; and send me back theShe did not know if she regretted having yielded to him, or accident with my cart-sheds, whose covering flew off onewhether she did not wish, on the contrary, to enjoy him the windy night among the trees. The harvest has not beenmore. The humiliation of feeling herself weak was turning to overgood either. Finally, I don’t know when I shall come torancour, tempered by their voluptuous pleasures. It was not see you. It is so difficult now to leave the house since I amaffection; it was like a continual seduction. He subjugated alone, my poor Emma.”her; she almost feared him.Here there was a break in the lines, as if the old fellow hadAppearances, nevertheless, were calmer than ever, Rodolphe dropped his pen to dream a little while.having succeeded in carrying out the adultery after his own “For myself, I am very well, except for a cold I caught the147
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