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Flaubert“But—” Rodolphe resumed.riage start, it will be as if we were rising in a balloon, as if we“What?”were setting out for the clouds. Do you know that I count“Your little girl!” She reflected a few moments, then replied—Never had Madame Bovary been so beautiful as at this pe-the hours? And you?”“We will take her! It can’t be helped!”riod; she had that indefinable beauty that results from joy,“What a woman!” he said to himself, watching her as she from enthusiasm, from success, and that is only the harmonywent. For she had run into the garden. Someone was calling of temperament with circumstances. Her desires, her sorrows,her.the experience of pleasure, and her ever-young illusions, thatOn the following days Madame Bovary senior was much had, as soil and rain and winds and the sun make flowerssurprised at the change in her daughter-in-law. Emma, in fact, grow, gradually developed her, and she at length blossomedwas showing herself more docile, and even carried her deferenceso far as to ask for a recipe for pickling gherkins. chiselled expressly for her long amorous looks in which theforth in all the plenitude of her nature. Her eyelids seemedWas it the better to deceive them both? Or did she wish by pupil disappeared, while a strong inspiration expanded hera sort of voluptuous stoicism to feel the more profoundly the delicate nostrils and raised the fleshy corner of her lips, shadedbitterness of the things she was about to leave?in the light by a little black down. One would have thoughtBut she paid no heed to them; on the contrary, she lived as that an artist apt in conception had arranged the curls of hairlost in the anticipated delight of her coming happiness. upon her neck; they fell in a thick mass, negligently, and withIt was an eternal subject for conversation with Rodolphe. the changing chances of their adultery, that unbound themShe leant on his shoulder murmuring—every day. Her voice now took more mellow infections, her“Ah! when we are in the mail-coach! Do you think about figure also; something subtle and penetrating escaped evenit? Can it be? It seems to me that the moment I feel the car-from the folds of her gown and from the line of her foot.167