Madame Bovary - Penn State University

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Madame Bovarying baskets. He looked at it long, attentively, and he counted draw down divine aid she filled full her eyes with the splendoursthe scales of the fishes and the button-holes of the doublets, of the tabernacle. She breathed in the perfumes of the fullblownflowers in the large vases, and listened to the stillness ofwhile his thoughts wandered off towards Emma.The beadle, standing aloof, was inwardly angry at this individualwho took the liberty of admiring the cathedral by him-She rose, and they were about to leave, when the beadlethe church, that only heightened the tumult of her heart.self. He seemed to him to be conducting himself in a monstrousfashion, to be robbing him in a sort, and almost com-“Madame, no doubt, does not belong to these parts? Ma-came forward, hurriedly saying—mitting sacrilege.dame would like to see the curiosities of the church?”But a rustle of silk on the flags, the tip of a bonnet, a lined “Oh, no!” cried the clerk.cloak—it was she! Leon rose and ran to meet her.“Why not?” said she. For she clung with her expiring virtueEmma was pale. She walked fast.to the Virgin, the sculptures, the tombs—anything.“Read!” she said, holding out a paper to him. “Oh, no!” Then, in order to proceed “by rule,” the beadle conductedAnd she abruptly withdrew her hand to enter the chapel of them right to the entrance near the square, where, pointingthe Virgin, where, kneeling on a chair, she began to pray. out with his cane a large circle of block-stones without inscriptionor carving—The young man was irritated at this bigot fancy; then henevertheless experienced a certain charm in seeing her, in the “This,” he said majestically, “is the circumference of the beautifulbell of Ambroise. It weighed forty thousand pounds.middle of a rendezvous, thus lost in her devotions, like anAndalusian marchioness; then he grew bored, for she seemed There was not its equal in all Europe. The workman who castnever coming to an end.it died of the joy—”Emma prayed, or rather strove to pray, hoping that some “Let us go on,” said Leon.sudden resolution might descend to her from heaven; and to The old fellow started off again; then, having got back to206

Flaubertthe chapel of the Virgin, he stretched forth his arm with an The everlasting guide went on—all-embracing gesture of demonstration, and, prouder than a “Near him, this kneeling woman who weeps is his spouse,country squire showing you his espaliers, went on— Diane de Poitiers, Countess de Breze, Duchess de Valentinois,“This simple stone covers Pierre de Breze, lord of Varenne born in 1499, died in 1566, and to the left, the one with theand of Brissac, grand marshal of Poitou, and governor of child is the Holy Virgin. Now turn to this side; here are theNormandy, who died at the battle of Montlhery on the 16th tombs of the Ambroise. They were both cardinals and archbishopsof Rouen. That one was minister under Louis XII.of July, 1465.”Leon bit his lips, fuming.He did a great deal for the cathedral. In his will he left thirty“And on the right, this gentleman all encased in iron, on the thousand gold crowns for the poor.”prancing horse, is his grandson, Louis de Breze, lord of Breval And without stopping, still talking, he pushed them into aand of Montchauvet, Count de Maulevrier, Baron de Mauny, chapel full of balustrades, some put away, and disclosed a kindchamberlain to the king, Knight of the Order, and also governorof Normandy; died on the 23rd of July, 1531—a Sun-“Truly,” he said with a groan, “it adorned the tomb of Ri-of block that certainly might once have been an ill-made statue.day, as the inscription specifies; and below, this figure, about chard Coeur de Lion, King of England and Duke ofto descend into the tomb, portrays the same person. It is not Normandy. It was the Calvinists, sir, who reduced it to thispossible, is it, to see a more perfect representation of annihilation?”episcopal seat of Monsignor. See! this is the door by whichcondition. They had buried it for spite in the earth, under theMadame Bovary put up her eyeglasses. Leon, motionless, Monsignor passes to his house. Let us pass on quickly to seelooked at her, no longer even attempting to speak a single the gargoyle windows.”word, to make a gesture, so discouraged was he at this twofoldobstinacy of gossip and indifference.Emma’s arm. The beadle stood dumfounded, not ableBut Leon hastily took some silver from his pocket and seizedto207

<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong>ing baskets. He looked at it long, attentively, and he counted draw down divine aid she filled full her eyes with the splendoursthe scales of the fishes and the button-holes of the doublets, of the tabernacle. She breathed in the perfumes of the fullblownflowers in the large vases, and listened to the stillness ofwhile his thoughts wandered off towards Emma.The beadle, standing aloof, was inwardly angry at this individualwho took the liberty of admiring the cathedral by him-She rose, and they were about to leave, when the beadlethe church, that only heightened the tumult of her heart.self. He seemed to him to be conducting himself in a monstrousfashion, to be robbing him in a sort, and almost com-“<strong>Madame</strong>, no doubt, does not belong to these parts? Ma-came forward, hurriedly saying—mitting sacrilege.dame would like to see the curiosities of the church?”But a rustle of silk on the flags, the tip of a bonnet, a lined “Oh, no!” cried the clerk.cloak—it was she! Leon rose and ran to meet her.“Why not?” said she. For she clung with her expiring virtueEmma was pale. She walked fast.to the Virgin, the sculptures, the tombs—anything.“Read!” she said, holding out a paper to him. “Oh, no!” Then, in order to proceed “by rule,” the beadle conductedAnd she abruptly withdrew her hand to enter the chapel of them right to the entrance near the square, where, pointingthe Virgin, where, kneeling on a chair, she began to pray. out with his cane a large circle of block-stones without inscriptionor carving—The young man was irritated at this bigot fancy; then henevertheless experienced a certain charm in seeing her, in the “This,” he said majestically, “is the circumference of the beautifulbell of Ambroise. It weighed forty thousand pounds.middle of a rendezvous, thus lost in her devotions, like anAndalusian marchioness; then he grew bored, for she seemed There was not its equal in all Europe. The workman who castnever coming to an end.it died of the joy—”Emma prayed, or rather strove to pray, hoping that some “Let us go on,” said Leon.sudden resolution might descend to her from heaven; and to The old fellow started off again; then, having got back to206

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