Madame Bovary - Penn State University

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Madame Bovaryalmost weeping with thirst, fatigue, and depression.Chapter TwowoAnd on the harbour, in the midst of the drays and casks,and in the streets, at the corners, the good folk opened large ON REACHING THE INN, Madame Bovary was surprised not towonder-stricken eyes at this sight, so extraordinary in the provinces,a cab with blinds drawn, and which appeared thus con-minutes, had at last started.see the diligence. Hivert, who had waited for her fifty-threestantly shut more closely than a tomb, and tossing about like Yet nothing forced her to go; but she had given her worda vessel.that she would return that same evening. Moreover, CharlesOnce in the middle of the day, in the open country, just as expected her, and in her heart she felt already that cowardlythe sun beat most fiercely against the old plated lanterns, a docility that is for some women at once the chastisement andbared hand passed beneath the small blinds of yellow canvas, atonement of adultery.and threw out some scraps of paper that scattered in the wind, She packed her box quickly, paid her bill, took a cab in the yard,and farther off lighted like white butterflies on a field of red hurrying on the driver, urging him on, every moment inquiringclover all in bloom.about the time and the miles traversed. He succeeded in catchingAt about six o’clock the carriage stopped in a back street of up the “Hirondelle” as it neared the first houses of Quincampoix.the Beauvoisine Quarter, and a woman got out, who walked Hardly was she seated in her corner than she closed her eyes,with her veil down, and without turning her head.and opened them at the foot of the hill, when from afar sherecognised Felicite, who was on the lookout in front of thefarrier’s shop. Hivert pulled in his horses and, the servant,climbing up to the window, said mysteriously—“Madame, you must go at once to Monsieur Homais. It’sfor something important.”210

FlaubertThe village was silent as usual. At the corner of the streets from indolence, from laziness, went and took, hanging on itswere small pink heaps that smoked in the air, for this was the nail in my laboratory, the key of the Capharnaum.”time for jam-making, and everyone at Yonville prepared his It was thus the druggist called a small room under the leads,supply on the same day. But in front of the chemist’s shop full of the utensils and the goods of his trade. He often spentone might admire a far larger heap, and that surpassed the long hours there alone, labelling, decanting, and doing upothers with the superiority that a laboratory must have over again; and he looked upon it not as a simple store, but as aordinary stores, a general need over individual fancy. veritable sanctuary, whence there afterwards issued, elaboratedShe went in. The large arm-chair was upset, and even the by his hands, all sorts of pills, boluses, infusions, lotions, and“Fanal de Rouen” lay on the ground, outspread between two potions, that would bear far and wide his celebrity. No one inpestles. She pushed open the lobby door, and in the middle the world set foot there, and he respected it so, that he sweptof the kitchen, amid brown jars full of picked currants, of it himself. Finally, if the pharmacy, open to all comers, waspowdered sugar and lump sugar, of the scales on the table, the spot where he displayed his pride, the Capharnaum wasand of the pans on the fire, she saw all the Homais, small and the refuge where, egoistically concentrating himself, Homaislarge, with aprons reaching to their chins, and with forks in delighted in the exercise of his predilections, so that Justin’stheir hands. Justin was standing up with bowed head, and the thoughtlessness seemed to him a monstrous piece of irreverence,and, redder than the currants, he repeated—chemist was screaming—“Who told you to go and fetch it in the Capharnaum.” “Yes, from the Capharnaum! The key that locks up the acids“What is it? What is the matter?”and caustic alkalies! To go and get a spare pan! a pan with a lid!“What is it?” replied the druggist. “We are making preserves; and that I shall perhaps never use! Everything is of importancethey are simmering; but they were about to boil over, because in the delicate operations of our art! But, devil take it! onethere is too much juice, and I ordered another pan. Then he, must make distinctions, and not employ for almost domestic211

<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong>almost weeping with thirst, fatigue, and depression.Chapter TwowoAnd on the harbour, in the midst of the drays and casks,and in the streets, at the corners, the good folk opened large ON REACHING THE INN, <strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong> was surprised not towonder-stricken eyes at this sight, so extraordinary in the provinces,a cab with blinds drawn, and which appeared thus con-minutes, had at last started.see the diligence. Hivert, who had waited for her fifty-threestantly shut more closely than a tomb, and tossing about like Yet nothing forced her to go; but she had given her worda vessel.that she would return that same evening. Moreover, CharlesOnce in the middle of the day, in the open country, just as expected her, and in her heart she felt already that cowardlythe sun beat most fiercely against the old plated lanterns, a docility that is for some women at once the chastisement andbared hand passed beneath the small blinds of yellow canvas, atonement of adultery.and threw out some scraps of paper that scattered in the wind, She packed her box quickly, paid her bill, took a cab in the yard,and farther off lighted like white butterflies on a field of red hurrying on the driver, urging him on, every moment inquiringclover all in bloom.about the time and the miles traversed. He succeeded in catchingAt about six o’clock the carriage stopped in a back street of up the “Hirondelle” as it neared the first houses of Quincampoix.the Beauvoisine Quarter, and a woman got out, who walked Hardly was she seated in her corner than she closed her eyes,with her veil down, and without turning her head.and opened them at the foot of the hill, when from afar sherecognised Felicite, who was on the lookout in front of thefarrier’s shop. Hivert pulled in his horses and, the servant,climbing up to the window, said mysteriously—“<strong>Madame</strong>, you must go at once to Monsieur Homais. It’sfor something important.”210

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