Madame Bovary - Penn State University

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