Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubertblessed candle, symbol of the celestial glory with which she fearful labouring of her ribs, shaken by violent breathing, as ifwas soon to be surrounded. Emma, too weak, could not close the soul were struggling to free itself. Felicite knelt down beforethe crucifix, and the druggist himself slightly bent hisher fingers, and the taper, but for Monsieur Bournisien wouldhave fallen to the ground.knees, while Monsieur Canivet looked out vaguely at the Place.However, she was not quite so pale, and her face had an Bournisien had again begun to pray, his face bowed againstexpression of serenity as if the sacrament had cured her. the edge of the bed, his long black cassock trailing behindThe priest did not fail to point this out; he even explained him in the room. Charles was on the other side, on his knees,to Bovary that the Lord sometimes prolonged the life of personswhen he thought it meet for their salvation; and Charles and pressed them, shuddering at every beat of her heart, as athis arms outstretched towards Emma. He had taken her handsremembered the day when, so near death, she had received the shaking of a falling ruin. As the death-rattle became strongerthe priest prayed faster; his prayers mingled with the stifledthe communion. Perhaps there was no need to despair, hethought.sobs of Bovary, and sometimes all seemed lost in the muffledIn fact, she looked around her slowly, as one awakening murmur of the Latin syllables that tolled like a passing bell.from a dream; then in a distinct voice she asked for her looking-glass,and remained some time bending over it, until the and the clattering of a stick; and a voice rose—a raucousSuddenly on the pavement was heard a loud noise of clogsbig tears fell from her eyes. Then she turned away her head voice—that sang—with a sigh and fell back upon the pillows.“Maids an the warmth of a summer day Dream of love andHer chest soon began panting rapidly; the whole of her of love always”tongue protruded from her mouth; her eyes, as they rolled, Emma raised herself like a galvanised corpse, her hair undone,her eyes fixed, staring.grew paler, like the two globes of a lamp that is going out, sothat one might have thought her already dead but for the “Where the sickle blades have been, Nannette, gathering277