Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarylike an idiot in front of the great heavy door that had closed She rose to light two wax-candles on the drawers, then sheafter you.”sat down again.Madame Bovary, as she listened to him, wondered that she “Well!” said Leon.was so old. All these things reappearing before her seemed to “Well!” she replied.widen out her life; it was like some sentimental immensity to He was thinking how to resume the interrupted conversation,when she said to him—which she returned; and from time to time she said in a lowvoice, her eyes half closed—“How is it that no one until now has ever expressed such“Yes, it is true—true—true!”sentiments to me?”They heard eight strike on the different clocks of the The clerk said that ideal natures were difficult to understand.He from the first moment had loved her, and he de-Beauvoisine quarter, which is full of schools, churches, andlarge empty hotels. They no longer spoke, but they felt as spaired when he thought of the happiness that would havethey looked upon each other a buzzing in their heads, as if been theirs, if thanks to fortune, meeting her earlier, they hadsomething sonorous had escaped from the fixed eyes of each been indissolubly bound to one another.of them. They were hand in hand now, and the past, the future,reminiscences and dreams, all were confounded in the “What a dream!” murmured Leon. And fingering gently“I have sometimes thought of it,” she went on.sweetness of this ecstasy. Night was darkening over the walls, the blue binding of her long white sash, he added, “And whoon which still shone, half hidden in the shade, the coarse prevents us from beginning now?”colours of four bills representing four scenes from the “Tour “No, my friend,” she replied; “I am too old; you are toode Nesle,” with a motto in Spanish and French at the bottom.Through the sash-window a patch of dark sky was seen “Not as you!” he cried.young. Forget me! Others will love you; you will love them.”between the pointed roofs.“What a child you are! Come, let us be sensible. I wish it.”202