Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Flaubertlar temperature? Signs by moonlight, long embraces, tears to iron, starch, and to dress her—wanted to make a lady’smaidof her. The new servant obeyed without a murmur, soflowing over yielded hands, all the fevers of the flesh and thelanguors of tenderness could not be separated from the balconiesof great castles full of indolence, from boudoirs with the sideboard, Felicite every evening took a small supply ofas not to be sent away; and as madame usually left the key insilken curtains and thick carpets, well-filled flower-stands, a sugar that she ate alone in her bed after she had said her prayers.bed on a raised dias, nor from the flashing of precious stones Sometimes in the afternoon she went to chat with theand the shoulder-knots of liveries.postilions.The lad from the posting house who came to groom the Madame was in her room upstairs. She wore an open dressinggown that showed between the shawl facings of her bod-mare every morning passed through the passage with his heavywooden shoes; there were holes in his blouse; his feet were ice a pleated chamisette with three gold buttons. Her belt wasbare in list slippers. And this was the groom in knee-britches a corded girdle with great tassels, and her small garnet colouredwith whom she had to be content! His work done, he did slippers had a large knot of ribbon that fell over her instep.not come back again all day, for Charles on his return put up She had bought herself a blotting book, writing case, penholder,and envelopes, although she had no one to write to;his horse himself, unsaddled him and put on the halter, whilethe servant-girl brought a bundle of straw and threw it as best she dusted her what-not, looked at herself in the glass, pickedshe could into the manger.up a book, and then, dreaming between the lines, let it dropTo replace Nastasie (who left Tostes shedding torrents of on her knees. She longed to travel or to go back to her convent.She wished at the same time to die and to live in Paris.tears) Emma took into her service a young girl of fourteen,an orphan with a sweet face. She forbade her wearing cotton Charles in snow and rain trotted across country. He ate omeletteson farmhouse tables, poked his arm into damp beds,caps, taught her to address her in the third person, to bring aglass of water on a plate, to knock before coming into a room, received the tepid spurt of blood-lettings in his face, listened to53