Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubertchocolate calico curtains, threw sanguineous shadows over all wide open, as if enmeshed in the innumerable threads of athese motionless people. Emma, drunk with grief, shivered sudden reverie.in her clothes, feeling her feet grow colder and colder, and The following day was frightful, and those that came after stilldeath in her soul.more unbearable, because of her impatience to once again seizeCharles at home was waiting for her; the “Hirondelle” was her happiness; an ardent lust, inflamed by the images of pastalways late on Thursdays. Madame arrived at last, and scarcely experience, and that burst forth freely on the seventh day beneathkissed the child. The dinner was not ready. No matter! She Leon’s caresses. His ardours were hidden beneath outbursts ofexcused the servant. This girl now seemed allowed to do just wonder and gratitude. Emma tasted this love in a discreet, absorbedfashion, maintained it by all the artifices of her tender-as she liked.Often her husband, noting her pallor, asked if she were unwell.She often said to him, with her sweet, melancholy voice—ness, and trembled a little lest it should be lost later on.“No,” said Emma.“Ah! you too, you will leave me! You will marry! You will“But,” he replied, “you seem so strange this evening.” be like all the others.”“Oh, it’s nothing! nothing!”He asked, “What others?”There were even days when she had no sooner come in than “Why, like all men,” she replied. Then added, repulsing himshe went up to her room; and Justin, happening to be there, with a languid movement—moved about noiselessly, quicker at helping her than the best “You are all evil!”of maids. He put the matches ready, the candlestick, a book, One day, as they were talking philosophically of earthly disillusions,to experiment on his jealousy, or yielding, perhaps,arranged her nightgown, turned back the bedclothes.“Come!” said she, “that will do. Now you can go.” to an over-strong need to pour out her heart, she told himFor he stood there, his hands hanging down and his eyes that formerly, before him, she had loved someone.229