Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubertteau, with the park, the gardens, the three courts, and all the branches of the trees. In the midst of each of them appearedwindows of the facade.the face of Rodolphe. They multiplied and drew near her,She remained lost in stupor, and having no more consciousnessof herself than through the beating of her arteries, that of the houses that shone through the fog.penetrating, her. It all disappeared; she recognised the lightsshe seemed to hear bursting forth like a deafening music fillingall the fields. The earth beneath her feet was more yield-was panting as if her heart would burst. Then in an ecstasy ofNow her situation, like an abyss, rose up before her. Sheing than the sea, and the furrows seemed to her immense heroism, that made her almost joyous, she ran down the hill,brown waves breaking into foam. Everything in her head, of crossed the cow-plank, the foot-path, the alley, the market,memories, ideas, went off at once like a thousand pieces of and reached the chemist’s shop. She was about to enter, but atfireworks. She saw her father, Lheureux’s closet, their room at the sound of the bell someone might come, and slipping inhome, another landscape. Madness was coming upon her; she by the gate, holding her breath, feeling her way along thegrew afraid, and managed to recover herself, in a confused walls, she went as far as the door of the kitchen, where a candleway, it is true, for she did not in the, least remember the cause stuck on the stove was burning. Justin in his shirt-sleeves wasof the terrible condition she was in, that is to say, the questionof money. She suffered only in her love, and felt her soul “Ah! they are dining; I will wait.”carrying out a dish.passing from her in this memory; as wounded men, dying, He returned; she tapped at the window. He went out.feel their life ebb from their bleeding wounds.“The key! the one for upstairs where he keeps the—”Night was falling, crows were flying about.“What?”Suddenly it seemed to her that fiery spheres were exploding And he looked at her, astonished at the pallor of her face,in the air like fulminating balls when they strike, and were that stood out white against the black background of the night.whirling, whirling, to melt at last upon the snow between the She seemed to him extraordinarily beautiful and majestic as a267