Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame Bovarythe Lheureux’s shop under the projecting grey awning. The recognized the house by an old walnut-tree whichMadame Bovary said she was going to see her baby, but shaded it.that she was beginning to grow tired.Low and covered with brown tiles, there hung outside it,“If—” said Leon, not daring to go on.beneath the dormer-window of the garret, a string of onions.“Have you any business to attend to?” she asked.Faggots upright against a thorn fence surrounded a bed ofAnd on the clerk’s answer, she begged him to accompany lettuce, a few square feet of lavender, and sweet peas stung onher. That same evening this was known in Yonville, and MadameTuvache, the mayor’s wife, declared in the presence of and all round were several indefinite rags, knitted stockings, asticks. Dirty water was running here and there on the grass,her servant that “Madame Bovary was compromising herself.”the hedge. At the noise of the gate the nurse appeared with ared calico jacket, and a large sheet of coarse linen spread overTo get to the nurse’s it was necessary to turn to the left on baby she was suckling on one arm. With her other hand sheleaving the street, as if making for the cemetery, and to followbetween little houses and yards a small path bordered with scrofula, the son of a Rouen hosier, whom his parents,was pulling along a poor puny little fellow, his face coveredwith privet hedges. They were in bloom, and so were the too taken up with their business, left in the country.speedwells, eglantines, thistles, and the sweetbriar that sprang “Go in,” she said; “your little one is there asleep.”up from the thickets. Through openings in the hedges one The room on the ground-floor, the only one in the dwelling,could see into the huts, some pigs on a dung-heap, or tetheredcows rubbing their horns against the trunk of trees. The tains, while a kneading-trough took up the side by the window,had at its farther end, against the wall, a large bed without cur-two, side by side walked slowly, she leaning upon him, and one pane of which was mended with a piece of blue paper. In thehe restraining his pace, which he regulated by hers; in front of corner behind the door, shining hob-nailed shoes stood in a rowthem a swarm of midges fluttered, buzzing in the warm air. under the slab of the washstand, near a bottle of oil with a feather80