Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarying; unlace me!” She fell on the bed sobbing. Nurse Rollet to that side of the sky that was brightest, and came backcovered her with a petticoat and remained standing by her slowly, saying—side. Then, as she did not answer, the good woman withdrew,took her wheel and began spinning flax.“Ahl thanks, thanks!”“Nearly three.”“Oh, leave off!” she murmured, fancying she heard Binet’s For he would come; he would have found some money. Butlathe.he would, perhaps, go down yonder, not guessing she was here,“What’s bothering her?” said the nurse to herself. “Why has and she told the nurse to run to her house to fetch him.she come here?”“Be quick!”She had rushed thither; impelled by a kind of horror that “But, my dear lady, I’m going, I’m going!”drove her from her home.She wondered now that she had not thought of him fromLying on her back, motionless, and with staring eyes, she the first. Yesterday he had given his word; he would not breaksaw things but vaguely, although she tried to with idiotic persistence.She looked at the scales on the walls, two brands three bank-notes on his bureau. Then she would have to inventit. And she already saw herself at Lheureux’s spreading out hersmoking end to end, and a long spider crawling over her head some story to explain matters to Bovary. What should it be?in a rent in the beam. At last she began to collect her thoughts. The nurse, however, was a long while gone. But, as there wasShe remembered—one day—Leon—Oh! how long ago that no clock in the cot, Emma feared she was perhaps exaggeratingwas—the sun was shining on the river, and the clematis were the length of time. She began walking round the garden, stepperfuming the air. Then, carried away as by a rushing torrent, by step; she went into the path by the hedge, and returnedshe soon began to recall the day before.quickly, hoping that the woman would have come back by“What time is it?” she asked.another road. At last, weary of waiting, assailed by fears that sheMere Rollet went out, raised the fingers of her right hand thrust from her, no longer conscious whether she had been here262