Madame Bovary - Penn State University

Madame BovaryChapter Fivivetremely not having a yard-stick such as Monsieur Binet possessedfor his own special use.IT WAS A SUNDAY in February, an afternoon when the snow Emma, who had taken his arm, bent lightly against his shoulder,and she looked at the sun’s disc shedding afar through thewas falling.They had all, Monsieur and Madame Bovary, Homais, and mist his pale splendour. She turned. Charles was there. His capMonsieur Leon, gone to see a yarn-mill that was being built was drawn down over his eyebrows, and his two thick lips werein the valley a mile and a half from Yonville. The druggist had trembling, which added a look of stupidity to his face; his verytaken Napoleon and Athalie to give them some exercise, and back, his calm back, was irritating to behold, and she saw writtenupon his coat all the platitude of the bearer.Justin accompanied them, carrying the umbrellas on his shoulder.While she was considering him thus, tasting in her irritationa sort of depraved pleasure, Leon made a step forward.Nothing, however, could be less curious than this curiosity.A great piece of waste ground, on which pell-mell, amid a The cold that made him pale seemed to add a more gentlemass of sand and stones, were a few break-wheels, already languor to his face; between his cravat and his neck the somewhatloose collar of his shirt showed the skin; the lobe of hisrusty, surrounded by a quadrangular building pierced by anumber of little windows. The building was unfinished; the ear looked out from beneath a lock of hair, and his large bluesky could be seen through the joists of the roofing. Attached eyes, raised to the clouds, seemed to Emma more limpid andto the stop-plank of the gable a bunch of straw mixed with more beautiful than those mountain-lakes where the heavenscorn-ears fluttered its tricoloured ribbons in the wind. are mirrored.Homais was talking. He explained to the company the futureimportance of this establishment, computed the strength And he ran to his son, who had just precipitated himself“Wretched boy!” suddenly cried the chemist.of the floorings, the thickness of the walls, and regretted ex-into a heap of lime in order to whiten his boots. At the re-88