Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flauberthimself into the hope of a future life in which he should see remembered that once, in the early times, they had been toher again. He imagined to himself she had gone on a long mass together, and they had sat down on the other side, onjourney, far away, for along time. But when he thought of the right, by the wall. The bell began again. There was a greather lying there, and that all was over, that they would lay her moving of chairs; the bearers slipped their three staves underin the earth, he was seized with a fierce, gloomy, despairful the coffin, and everyone left the church.rage. At times he thought he felt nothing more, and he enjoyedthis lull in his pain, whilst at the same time he reproached went in again, pale, staggering.Then Justin appeared at the door of the shop. He suddenlyhimself for being a wretch.People were at the windows to see the procession pass.The sharp noise of an iron-ferruled stick was heard on the Charles at the head walked erect. He affected a brave air, andstones, striking them at irregular intervals. It came from the saluted with a nod those who, coming out from the lanes orend of the church, and stopped short at the lower aisles. A from their doors, stood amidst the crowd.man in a coarse brown jacket knelt down painfully. It was The six men, three on either side, walked slowly, panting aHippolyte, the stable-boy at the “Lion d’Or.” He had put on little. The priests, the choristers, and the two choirboys recitedthe De profundis*, and their voices echoed over the fields,his new leg.One of the choristers went round the nave making a collection,and the coppers chinked one after the other on the appeared in the windings of the path; but the great silver crossrising and falling with their undulations. Sometimes they dis-silver plate.rose always before the trees.“Oh, make haste! I am in pain!” cried Bovary, angrily throwinghim a five-franc piece. The churchman thanked him with hoods; each of them carried in her hands a large lighted candle,The women followed in black cloaks with turned-downa deep bow.and Charles felt himself growing weaker at this continual rep-They sang, they knelt, they stood up; it was endless! He*Psalm CXXX.287