Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame BovaryHe thought less of her as he grew accustomed to living daylight that came in by the chimney made velvet of the sootalone. The new delight of independence soon made his lonelinessbearable. He could now change his meal-times, go in or cinders. Between the window and the hearth Emma was sew-at the back of the fireplace, and touched with blue the coldout without explanation, and when he was very tired stretch ing; she wore no fichu; he could see small drops of perspirationon her bare shoulders.himself at full length on his bed. So he nursed and coddledhimself and accepted the consolations that were offered him. After the fashion of country folks she asked him to haveOn the other hand, the death of his wife had not served him something to drink. He said no; she insisted, and at last laughinglyoffered to have a glass of liqueur with him. So she wentill in his business, since for a month people had been saying,“The poor young man! what a loss!” His name had been talked to fetch a bottle of curacao from the cupboard, reached downabout, his practice had increased; and moreover, he could go two small glasses, filled one to the brim, poured scarcely anythinginto the other, and, after having clinked glasses, carriedto the Bertaux just as he liked. He had an aimless hope, andwas vaguely happy; he thought himself better looking as he hers to her mouth. As it was almost empty she bent back tobrushed his whiskers before the looking-glass.drink, her head thrown back, her lips pouting, her neck onOne day he got there about three o’clock. Everybody was the strain. She laughed at getting none of it, while with thein the fields. He went into the kitchen, but did not at once tip of her tongue passing between her small teeth she lickedcatch sight of Emma; the outside shutters were closed. drop by drop the bottom of her glass.Through the chinks of the wood the sun sent across the flooringlong fine rays that were broken at the corners of the furni-stocking she was darning. She worked with her head bentShe sat down again and took up her work, a white cottonture and trembled along the ceiling. Some flies on the table down; she did not speak, nor did Charles. The air coming inwere crawling up the glasses that had been used, and buzzing under the door blew a little dust over the flags; he watched itas they drowned themselves in the dregs of the cider. The drift along, and heard nothing but the throbbing in his head20
Flaubertand the faint clucking of a hen that had laid an egg in the with her eyelids half closed, her look full of boredom, heryard. Emma from time to time cooled her cheeks with the thoughts wandering.palms of her hands, and cooled these again on the knobs of Going home at night, Charles went over her words one bythe huge fire-dogs.one, trying to recall them, to fill out their sense, that he mightShe complained of suffering since the beginning of the seasonfrom giddiness; she asked if sea-baths would do her any never saw her in his thoughts other than he had seen her thepiece out the life she had lived before he knew her. But hegood; she began talking of her convent, Charles of his school; first time, or as he had just left her. Then he asked himselfwords came to them. They went up into her bedroom. She what would become of her—if she would be married, and toshowed him her old music-books, the little prizes she had whom! Alas! Old Rouault was rich, and she!—so beautiful!won, and the oak-leaf crowns, left at the bottom of a cupboard.She spoke to him, too, of her mother, of the country, tone, like the humming of a top, sounded in his ears, “If youBut Emma’s face always rose before his eyes, and a mono-and even showed him the bed in the garden where, on the should marry after all! If you should marry!” At night he couldfirst Friday of every month, she gathered flowers to put on not sleep; his throat was parched; he was athirst. He got up toher mother’s tomb. But the gardener they had never knew drink from the water-bottle and opened the window. Theanything about it; servants are so stupid! She would have dearly night was covered with stars, a warm wind blowing in theliked, if only for the winter, to live in town, although the distance; the dogs were barking. He turned his head towardslength of the fine days made the country perhaps even more the Bertaux.wearisome in the summer. And, according to what she was Thinking that, after all, he should lose nothing, Charlessaying, her voice was clear, sharp, or, on a sudden all languor, promised himself to ask her in marriage as soon as occasiondrawn out in modulations that ended almost in murmurs as offered, but each time such occasion did offer the fear of notshe spoke to herself, now joyous, opening big naive eyes, then finding the right words sealed his lips.21
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Flaubertand the faint clucking of a hen that had laid an egg in the with her eyelids half closed, her look full of boredom, heryard. Emma from time to time cooled her cheeks with the thoughts wandering.palms of her hands, and cooled these again on the knobs of Going home at night, Charles went over her words one bythe huge fire-dogs.one, trying to recall them, to fill out their sense, that he mightShe complained of suffering since the beginning of the seasonfrom giddiness; she asked if sea-baths would do her any never saw her in his thoughts other than he had seen her thepiece out the life she had lived before he knew her. But hegood; she began talking of her convent, Charles of his school; first time, or as he had just left her. Then he asked himselfwords came to them. They went up into her bedroom. She what would become of her—if she would be married, and toshowed him her old music-books, the little prizes she had whom! Alas! Old Rouault was rich, and she!—so beautiful!won, and the oak-leaf crowns, left at the bottom of a cupboard.She spoke to him, too, of her mother, of the country, tone, like the humming of a top, sounded in his ears, “If youBut Emma’s face always rose before his eyes, and a mono-and even showed him the bed in the garden where, on the should marry after all! If you should marry!” At night he couldfirst Friday of every month, she gathered flowers to put on not sleep; his throat was parched; he was athirst. He got up toher mother’s tomb. But the gardener they had never knew drink from the water-bottle and opened the window. Theanything about it; servants are so stupid! She would have dearly night was covered with stars, a warm wind blowing in theliked, if only for the winter, to live in town, although the distance; the dogs were barking. He turned his head towardslength of the fine days made the country perhaps even more the Bertaux.wearisome in the summer. And, according to what she was Thinking that, after all, he should lose nothing, Charlessaying, her voice was clear, sharp, or, on a sudden all languor, promised himself to ask her in marriage as soon as occasiondrawn out in modulations that ended almost in murmurs as offered, but each time such occasion did offer the fear of notshe spoke to herself, now joyous, opening big naive eyes, then finding the right words sealed his lips.21
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