Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovarysaw through all his devices, the object of his kindnesses. What And she began beating about the bush; she had known nothingabout it; it was a surprise.reassured her was the very magnitude of the sum.However, by dint of buying and not paying, of borrowing,signing bills, and renewing these bills that grew at each “While I’m slaving like a nigger, you go gallivanting about.”“Whose fault is that?” said Lheureux, bowing ironically.new falling-in, she had ended by preparing a capital for “Ah! no lecturing.”Monsieur Lheureux which he was impatiently awaiting for “It never does any harm,” he replied.his speculations.She turned coward; she implored him; she even pressed herShe presented herself at his place with an offhand air. pretty white and slender hand against the shopkeeper’s knee.“You know what has happened to me? No doubt it’s a joke!” “There, that’ll do! Anyone’d think you wanted to seduce me!”“How so?”“You are a wretch!” she cried.He turned away slowly, and, folding his arms, said to her— “Oh, oh! go it! go it!”“My good lady, did you think I should go on to all eternity “I will show you up. I shall tell my husband.”being your purveyor and banker, for the love of God? Now “All right! I too. I’ll show your husband something.”be just. I must get back what I’ve laid out. Now be just.” And Lheureux drew from his strong box the receipt forShe cried out against the debt.eighteen hundred francs that she had given him when Vincart“Ah! so much the worse. The court has admitted it. There’s had discounted the bills.a judgment. It’s been notified to you. Besides, it isn’t my fault. “Do you think,” he added, “that he’ll not understand yourIt’s Vincart’s.”little theft, the poor dear man?”“Could you not—?”She collapsed, more overcome than if felled by the blow of“Oh, nothing whatever.”a pole-axe. He was walking up and down from the window“But still, now talk it over.”to the bureau, repeating all the while—250
Flaubert“Ah! I’ll show him! I’ll show him!” Then he approached “It is too late.”her, and in a soft voice said—“But if I brought you several thousand francs—a quarter of“It isn’t pleasant, I know; but, after all, no bones are broken,and, since that is the only way that is left for you paying “No; it’s no use!”the sum—a third—perhaps the whole?”back my money—”And he pushed her gently towards the staircase.“But where am I to get any?” said Emma, wringing her “I implore you, Monsieur Lheureux, just a few days more!”hands.She was sobbing.“Bah! when one has friends like you!”“There! tears now!”And he looked at her in so keen, so terrible a fashion, that “You are driving me to despair!”she shuddered to her very heart.“What do I care?” said he, shutting the door.“I promise you,” she said, “to sign—”“I’ve enough of your signatures.”“I will sell something.”“Get along!” he said, shrugging his shoulders; “you’ve notgot anything.”And he called through the peep-hole that looked down intothe shop—“Annette, don’t forget the three coupons of No. 14.”The servant appeared. Emma understood, and asked howmuch money would be wanted to put a stop to the proceedings.251
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<strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong>saw through all his devices, the object of his kindnesses. What And she began beating about the bush; she had known nothingabout it; it was a surprise.reassured her was the very magnitude of the sum.However, by dint of buying and not paying, of borrowing,signing bills, and renewing these bills that grew at each “While I’m slaving like a nigger, you go gallivanting about.”“Whose fault is that?” said Lheureux, bowing ironically.new falling-in, she had ended by preparing a capital for “Ah! no lecturing.”Monsieur Lheureux which he was impatiently awaiting for “It never does any harm,” he replied.his speculations.She turned coward; she implored him; she even pressed herShe presented herself at his place with an offhand air. pretty white and slender hand against the shopkeeper’s knee.“You know what has happened to me? No doubt it’s a joke!” “There, that’ll do! Anyone’d think you wanted to seduce me!”“How so?”“You are a wretch!” she cried.He turned away slowly, and, folding his arms, said to her— “Oh, oh! go it! go it!”“My good lady, did you think I should go on to all eternity “I will show you up. I shall tell my husband.”being your purveyor and banker, for the love of God? Now “All right! I too. I’ll show your husband something.”be just. I must get back what I’ve laid out. Now be just.” And Lheureux drew from his strong box the receipt forShe cried out against the debt.eighteen hundred francs that she had given him when Vincart“Ah! so much the worse. The court has admitted it. There’s had discounted the bills.a judgment. It’s been notified to you. Besides, it isn’t my fault. “Do you think,” he added, “that he’ll not understand yourIt’s Vincart’s.”little theft, the poor dear man?”“Could you not—?”She collapsed, more overcome than if felled by the blow of“Oh, nothing whatever.”a pole-axe. He was walking up and down from the window“But still, now talk it over.”to the bureau, repeating all the while—250