Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarysion, he returned to Bovary’s in company with Canivet tuousness of her first mystical transports, with the visions ofwhom Monsieur Lariviere, before leaving, had strongly urged eternal beatitude that were beginning.to make this visit; and he would, but for his wife’s objections,have taken his two sons with him, in order to accuswardher neck as one who is athirst, and glueing her lips toThe priest rose to take the crucifix; then she stretched fortomthem to great occasions; that this might be a lesson, an the body of the Man-God, she pressed upon it with all herexample, a solemn picture, that should remain in their heads expiring strength the fullest kiss of love that she had ever given.later on.Then he recited the Misereatur and the Indulgentiam, dippedThe room when they went in was full of mournful solemnity.On the work-table, covered over with a white cloth, tion. First upon the eyes, that had so coveted all worldly pomp;his right thumb in the oil, and began to give extreme unc-there were five or six small balls of cotton in a silver dish, near then upon the nostrils, that had been greedy of the warma large crucifix between two lighted candles.breeze and amorous odours; then upon the mouth, that hadEmma, her chin sunken upon her breast, had her eyes inordinatelywide open, and her poor hands wandered over the sheets ness; then upon the hands that had delighted in sensualuttered lies, that had curled with pride and cried out in lewd-with that hideous and soft movement of the dying, that seems touches; and finally upon the soles of the feet, so swift ofas if they wanted already to cover themselves with the shroud. yore, when she was running to satisfy her desires, and thatPale as a statue and with eyes red as fire, Charles, not weeping, would now walk no more.stood opposite her at the foot of the bed, while the priest, The cure wiped his fingers, threw the bit of cotton dipped inbending one knee, was muttering words in a low voice. oil into the fire, and came and sat down by the dying woman,She turned her face slowly, and seemed filled with joy on to tell her that she must now blend her sufferings with those ofseeing suddenly the violet stole, no doubt finding again, in Jesus Christ and abandon herself to the divine mercy.the midst of a temporary lull in her pain, the lost volup-Finishing his exhortations, he tried to place in her hand a276