Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 5

           Whileshewasconsideringhimthus,tastinginherirritationasortofdepravedpleasure,Leonmadeastepforward.Thecoldthatmadehimpaleseemedtoaddamoregentlelanguortohisface;betweenhiscravatandhisneckthesomewhatloosecollarofhisshirtshowedtheskin;thelobeofhisearlookedoutfrombeneathalockofhair,andhislargeblueeyes,raisedtotheclouds,seemedtoEmmamorelimpidandmorebeautifulthanthosemountain-lakeswheretheheavensaremirrored.

           "Wretchedboy!"suddenlycriedthechemist.

           Andherantohisson,whohadjustprecipitatedhimselfintoaheapoflimeinordertowhitenhisboots.AtthereproacheswithwhichhewasbeingoverwhelmedNapoleonbegantoroar,whileJustindriedhisshoeswithawispofstraw.Butaknifewaswanted;Charlesofferedhis.

           "Ah!"shesaidtoherself,"hecarriedaknifeinhispocketlikeapeasant."

           Thehoar-frostwasfalling,andtheyturnedbacktoYonville.

           IntheeveningMadameBovarydidnotgotoherneighbour’s,andwhenCharleshadleftandshefeltherselfalone,thecomparisonre-beganwiththeclearnessofasensationalmostactual,andwiththatlengtheningofperspectivewhichmemorygivestothings.Lookingfromherbedatthecleanfirethatwasburning,shestillsaw,asshehaddownthere,Leonstandingupwithonehandbehindhiscane,andwiththeotherholdingAthalie,whowasquietlysuckingapieceofice.

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