Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovary“Ah! I pity you,” said Emma. “Yes—very much.” do it? Was it a bet? Yet you loved me—you said so. And butAnd fixing her eyes upon an embossed carabine, that shone a moment since—Ah! it would have been better to have drivenagainst its panoply, “But when one is so poor one doesn’t me away. My hands are hot with your kisses, and there is thehave silver on the butt of one’s gun. One doesn’t buy a clock spot on the carpet where at my knees you swore an eternity ofinlaid with tortoise shell,” she went on, pointing to a buhl love! You made me believe you; for two years you held me intimepiece, “nor silver-gilt whistles for one’s whips,” and she the most magnificent, the sweetest dream! Eh! Our plans fortouched them, “nor charms for one’s watch. Oh, he wants for the journey, do you remember? Oh, your letter! your letter! itnothing! even to a liqueur-stand in his room! For you love tore my heart! And then when I come back to him—to him,yourself; you live well. You have a chateau, farms, woods; rich, happy, free—to implore the help the first stranger wouldyou go hunting; you travel to Paris. Why, if it were but that,” give, a suppliant, and bringing back to him all my tenderness,she cried, taking up two studs from the mantelpiece, “but the he repulses me because it would cost him three thousandleast of these trifles, one can get money for them. Oh, I do francs!”not want them, keep them!”“I haven’t got them,” replied Rodolphe, with that perfectAnd she threw the two links away from her, their gold chain calm with which resigned rage covers itself as with a shield.breaking as it struck against the wall.She went out. The walls trembled, the ceiling was crushing“But I! I would have given you everything. I would have her, and she passed back through the long alley, stumblingsold all, worked for you with my hands, I would have begged against the heaps of dead leaves scattered by the wind. At laston the highroads for a smile, for a look, to hear you say she reached the ha-ha hedge in front of the gate; she broke her‘Thanks!’ And you sit there quietly in your arm-chair, as if nails against the lock in her haste to open it. Then a hundredyou had not made me suffer enough already! But for you, steps farther on, breathless, almost falling, she stopped. Andand you know it, I might have lived happily. What made you now turning round, she once more saw the impassive cha-266