Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University 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
Flaubertproaches with which he was being overwhelmed Napoleon All the proofs arose before her at once; her heart leapt. Thebegan to roar, while Justin dried his shoes with a wisp of flame of the fire threw a joyous light upon the ceiling; shestraw. But a knife was wanted; Charles offered his.turned on her back, stretching out her arms.“Ah!” she said to herself, “he carried a knife in his pocket Then began the eternal lamentation: “Oh, if Heaven hadlike a peasant.”out willed it! And why not? What prevented it?”The hoar-frost was falling, and they turned back to Yonville. When Charles came home at midnight, she seemed to haveIn the evening Madame Bovary did not go to her just awakened, and as he made a noise undressing, she complainedof a headache, then asked carelessly what had hap-neighbour’s, and when Charles had left and she felt herselfalone, the comparison re-began with the clearness of a sensationalmost actual, and with that lengthening of perspective “Monsieur Leon,” he said, “went to his room early.”pened that evening.which memory gives to things. Looking from her bed at the She could not help smiling, and she fell asleep, her soulclean fire that was burning, she still saw, as she had down filled with a new delight.there, Leon standing up with one hand behind his cane, and The next day, at dusk, she received a visit from Monsieurwith the other holding Athalie, who was quietly sucking a Lherueux, the draper. He was a man of ability, was this shopkeeper.Born a Gascon but bred a Norman, he grafted uponpiece of ice. She thought him charming; she could not tearherself away from him; she recalled his other attitudes on other his southern volubility the cunning of the Cauchois. His fat,days, the words he had spoken, the sound of his voice, his flabby, beardless face seemed dyed by a decoction of liquorice,and his white hair made even more vivid the keen bril-whole person; and she repeated, pouting out her lips as if fora kiss—liance of his small black eyes. No one knew what he had been“Yes, charming! charming! Is he not in love?” she asked herself;“but with whom? With me?”others. What was certain was that he made complexformerly; a pedlar said some, a banker at Routot according tocalcula-89
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Flaubertproaches with which he was being overwhelmed Napoleon All the proofs arose before her at once; her heart leapt. Thebegan to roar, while Justin dried his shoes with a wisp of flame of the fire threw a joyous light upon the ceiling; shestraw. But a knife was wanted; Charles offered his.turned on her back, stretching out her arms.“Ah!” she said to herself, “he carried a knife in his pocket Then began the eternal lamentation: “Oh, if Heaven hadlike a peasant.”out willed it! And why not? What prevented it?”The hoar-frost was falling, and they turned back to Yonville. When Charles came home at midnight, she seemed to haveIn the evening <strong>Madame</strong> <strong>Bovary</strong> did not go to her just awakened, and as he made a noise undressing, she complainedof a headache, then asked carelessly what had hap-neighbour’s, and when Charles had left and she felt herselfalone, the comparison re-began with the clearness of a sensationalmost actual, and with that lengthening of perspective “Monsieur Leon,” he said, “went to his room early.”pened that evening.which memory gives to things. Looking from her bed at the She could not help smiling, and she fell asleep, her soulclean fire that was burning, she still saw, as she had down filled with a new delight.there, Leon standing up with one hand behind his cane, and The next day, at dusk, she received a visit from Monsieurwith the other holding Athalie, who was quietly sucking a Lherueux, the draper. He was a man of ability, was this shopkeeper.Born a Gascon but bred a Norman, he grafted uponpiece of ice. She thought him charming; she could not tearherself away from him; she recalled his other attitudes on other his southern volubility the cunning of the Cauchois. His fat,days, the words he had spoken, the sound of his voice, his flabby, beardless face seemed dyed by a decoction of liquorice,and his white hair made even more vivid the keen bril-whole person; and she repeated, pouting out her lips as if fora kiss—liance of his small black eyes. No one knew what he had been“Yes, charming! charming! Is he not in love?” she asked herself;“but with whom? With me?”others. What was certain was that he made complexformerly; a pedlar said some, a banker at Routot according tocalcula-89
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