Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovarytheir long whiskers fell over their turned-down collars, they The atmosphere of the ball was heavy; the lamps were growingdim.wiped their lips upon handkerchiefs with embroidered initialsthat gave forth a subtle perfume. Those who were beginningto grow old had an air of youth, while there was some-upon a chair and broke the window-panes. At the crash of theGuests were flocking to the billiard room. A servant gotthing mature in the faces of the young. In their unconcerned glass Madame Bovary turned her head and saw in the gardenlooks was the calm of passions daily satiated, and through all the faces of peasants pressed against the window looking in attheir gentleness of manner pierced that peculiar brutality, the them. Then the memory of the Bertaux came back to her.result of a command of half-easy things, in which force is She saw the farm again, the muddy pond, her father in a blouseexercised and vanity amused—the management of thoroughbredhorses and the society of loose women.skimming with her finger the cream off the milk-pans in theunder the apple trees, and she saw herself again as formerly,A few steps from Emma a gentleman in a blue coat was talkingof Italy with a pale young woman wearing a parure of pearls. so distinct until then, faded away completely, and she almostdairy. But in the refulgence of the present hour her past life,They were praising the breadth of the columns of St. Peter’s, doubted having lived it. She was there; beyond the ball wasTivoly, Vesuvius, Castellamare, and Cassines, the roses of only shadow overspreading all the rest. She was just eating aGenoa, the Coliseum by moonlight. With her other ear Emma maraschino ice that she held with her left hand in a silver-giltwas listening to a conversation full of words she did not understand.A circle gathered round a very young man who the A lady near her dropped her fan. A gentlemen was passing.cup, her eyes half-closed, and the spoon between her teeth.week before had beaten “Miss Arabella” and “Romolus,” and “Would you be so good,” said the lady, “as to pick up mywon two thousand louis jumping a ditch in England. One fan that has fallen behind the sofa?”complained that his racehorses were growing fat; another of The gentleman bowed, and as he moved to stretch out histhe printers’ errors that had disfigured the name of his horse. arm, Emma saw the hand of a young woman throw some-46
Flaubertthing white, folded in a triangle, into his hat. The gentleman, his chest, came a second time to ask Madame Bovary to dance,picking up the fan, offered it to the lady respectfully; she assuring her that he would guide her, and that she would getthanked him with an inclination of the head, and began smellingher bouquet.They began slowly, then went more rapidly. They turned; allthrough it very well.After supper, where were plenty of Spanish and Rhine wines, around them was turning—the lamps, the furniture, the wainscoting,the floor, like a disc on a pivot. On passing near thesoups a la bisque and au lait d’amandes*, puddings a laTrafalgar, and all sorts of cold meats with jellies that trembled doors the bottom of Emma’s dress caught against his trousers.in the dishes, the carriages one after the other began to drive Their legs commingled; he looked down at her; she raisedoff. Raising the corners of the muslin curtain, one could see her eyes to his. A torpor seized her; she stopped. They startedthe light of their lanterns glimmering through the darkness. again, and with a more rapid movement; the Viscount, draggingher along disappeared with her to the end of the gallery,The seats began to empty, some card-players were still left;the musicians were cooling the tips of their fingers on their where panting, she almost fell, and for a moment rested hertongues. Charles was half asleep, his back propped against a head upon his breast. And then, still turning, but more slowly,door.he guided her back to her seat. She leaned back against theAt three o’clock the cotillion began. Emma did not know wall and covered her eyes with her hands.how to waltz. Everyone was waltzing, Mademoiselle When she opened them again, in the middle of the drawingd’Andervilliers herself and the Marquis; only the guests stayingat the castle were still there, about a dozen persons. She chose the Viscount, and the violin struck up once more.room three waltzers were kneeling before a lady sitting on a stool.One of the waltzers, however, who was familiarly called Everyone looked at them. They passed and re-passed, sheViscount, and whose low cut waistcoat seemed moulded to with rigid body, her chin bent down, and he always in thesame pose, his figure curved, his elbow rounded, his chin*With almond milk.47
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Flaubertthing white, folded in a triangle, into his hat. The gentleman, his chest, came a second time to ask <strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong> to dance,picking up the fan, offered it to the lady respectfully; she assuring her that he would guide her, and that she would getthanked him with an inclination of the head, and began smellingher bouquet.They began slowly, then went more rapidly. They turned; allthrough it very well.After supper, where were plenty of Spanish and Rhine wines, around them was turning—the lamps, the furniture, the wainscoting,the floor, like a disc on a pivot. On passing near thesoups a la bisque and au lait d’amandes*, puddings a laTrafalgar, and all sorts of cold meats with jellies that trembled doors the bottom of Emma’s dress caught against his trousers.in the dishes, the carriages one after the other began to drive Their legs commingled; he looked down at her; she raisedoff. Raising the corners of the muslin curtain, one could see her eyes to his. A torpor seized her; she stopped. They startedthe light of their lanterns glimmering through the darkness. again, and with a more rapid movement; the Viscount, draggingher along disappeared with her to the end of the gallery,The seats began to empty, some card-players were still left;the musicians were cooling the tips of their fingers on their where panting, she almost fell, and for a moment rested hertongues. Charles was half asleep, his back propped against a head upon his breast. And then, still turning, but more slowly,door.he guided her back to her seat. She leaned back against theAt three o’clock the cotillion began. Emma did not know wall and covered her eyes with her hands.how to waltz. Everyone was waltzing, Mademoiselle When she opened them again, in the middle of the drawingd’Andervilliers herself and the Marquis; only the guests stayingat the castle were still there, about a dozen persons. She chose the Viscount, and the violin struck up once more.room three waltzers were kneeling before a lady sitting on a stool.One of the waltzers, however, who was familiarly called Everyone looked at them. They passed and re-passed, sheViscount, and whose low cut waistcoat seemed moulded to with rigid body, her chin bent down, and he always in thesame pose, his figure curved, his elbow rounded, his chin*With almond milk.47
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