Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame BovaryIt was the next month that they were to run away. She was Then they walked round a garden-bed, and went to sit downto leave Yonville as if she was going on some business to Rouen. near the terrace on the kerb-stone of the wall.Rodolphe would have booked the seats, procured the passports,and even have written to Paris in order to have the “No; why?”“You are sad,” said Emma.whole mail-coach reserved for them as far as Marseilles, where And yet he looked at her strangely in a tender fashion.they would buy a carriage, and go on thence without stoppingto Genoa. She would take care to send her luggage to you are leaving what is dear to you—your life? Ah! I under-“It is because you are going away?” she went on; “becauseLheureux whence it would be taken direct to the “Hirondelle,” stand. I have nothing in the world! you are all to me; so shallso that no one would have any suspicion. And in all this there I be to you. I will be your people, your country; I will tend, Inever was any allusion to the child. Rodolphe avoided speakingof her; perhaps he no longer thought about it.“How sweet you are!” he said, seizing her in his arms.will love you!”He wished to have two more weeks before him to arrange “Really!” she said with a voluptuous laugh. “Do you lovesome affairs; then at the end of a week he wanted two more; me? Swear it then!”then he said he was ill; next he went on a journey. The “Do I love you—love you? I adore you, my love.”month of August passed, and, after all these delays, they The moon, full and purple-coloured, was rising right outdecided that it was to be irrevocably fixed for the 4th September—aMonday.tween the branches of the poplars, that hid her here and thereof the earth at the end of the meadow. She rose quickly be-At length the Saturday before arrived.like a black curtain pierced with holes. Then she appearedRodolphe came in the evening earlier than usual.dazzling with whiteness in the empty heavens that she lit up,“Everything is ready?” she asked him.and now sailing more slowly along, let fall upon the river a“Yes.”great stain that broke up into an infinity of stars; and the170
Flaubertsilver sheen seemed to writhe through the very depths like a “There is still time!” he cried. “Reflect! perhaps you mayheedless serpent covered with luminous scales; it also resembled repent!”some monster candelabra all along which sparkled drops of “Never!” she cried impetuously. And coming closer to him:diamonds running together. The soft night was about them; “What ill could come to me? There is no desert, no precipice,masses of shadow filled the branches. Emma, her eyes half no ocean I would not traverse with you. The longer we liveclosed, breathed in with deep sighs the fresh wind that was together the more it will be like an embrace, every day closer,blowing. They did not speak, lost as they were in the rush of more heart to heart. There will be nothing to trouble us, notheir reverie. The tenderness of the old days came back to cares, no obstacle. We shall be alone, all to ourselves eternally.their hearts, full and silent as the flowing river, with the softnessof the perfume of the syringas, and threw across their At regular intervals he answered, “Yes—Yes—” She hadOh, speak! Answer me!”memories shadows more immense and more sombre than passed her hands through his hair, and she repeated in a childlikevoice, despite the big tears which were falling, “Rodolphe!those of the still willows that lengthened out over the grass.Often some night-animal, hedgehog or weasel, setting out Rodolphe! Ah! Rodolphe! dear little Rodolphe!”on the hunt, disturbed the lovers, or sometimes they heard a Midnight struck.ripe peach falling all alone from the espalier.“Midnight!” said she. “Come, it is to-morrow. One day“Ah! what a lovely night!” said Rodolphe.more!”“We shall have others,” replied Emma; and, as if speaking He rose to go; and as if the movement he made had beento herself: “Yet, it will be good to travel. And yet, why should the signal for their flight, Emma said, suddenly assuming amy heart be so heavy? Is it dread of the unknown? The effect gay air—of habits left? Or rather—? No; it is the excess of happiness. “You have the passports?”How weak I am, am I not? Forgive me!”“Yes.”171
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<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong>It was the next month that they were to run away. She was Then they walked round a garden-bed, and went to sit downto leave Yonville as if she was going on some business to Rouen. near the terrace on the kerb-stone of the wall.Rodolphe would have booked the seats, procured the passports,and even have written to Paris in order to have the “No; why?”“You are sad,” said Emma.whole mail-coach reserved for them as far as Marseilles, where And yet he looked at her strangely in a tender fashion.they would buy a carriage, and go on thence without stoppingto Genoa. She would take care to send her luggage to you are leaving what is dear to you—your life? Ah! I under-“It is because you are going away?” she went on; “becauseLheureux whence it would be taken direct to the “Hirondelle,” stand. I have nothing in the world! you are all to me; so shallso that no one would have any suspicion. And in all this there I be to you. I will be your people, your country; I will tend, Inever was any allusion to the child. Rodolphe avoided speakingof her; perhaps he no longer thought about it.“How sweet you are!” he said, seizing her in his arms.will love you!”He wished to have two more weeks before him to arrange “Really!” she said with a voluptuous laugh. “Do you lovesome affairs; then at the end of a week he wanted two more; me? Swear it then!”then he said he was ill; next he went on a journey. The “Do I love you—love you? I adore you, my love.”month of August passed, and, after all these delays, they The moon, full and purple-coloured, was rising right outdecided that it was to be irrevocably fixed for the 4th September—aMonday.tween the branches of the poplars, that hid her here and thereof the earth at the end of the meadow. She rose quickly be-At length the Saturday before arrived.like a black curtain pierced with holes. Then she appearedRodolphe came in the evening earlier than usual.dazzling with whiteness in the empty heavens that she lit up,“Everything is ready?” she asked him.and now sailing more slowly along, let fall upon the river a“Yes.”great stain that broke up into an infinity of stars; and the170
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