Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 6

           Alltheircows,Idon’tknowhowitisButpardonme!LonguemarreandBoudet!Blessme!Willyouleaveoff?"

           Andwithaboundheranintothechurch.

           Theboyswerejustthenclusteringroundthelargedesk,climbingovertheprecentor’sfootstool,openingthemissal;andothersontiptoewerejustabouttoventureintotheconfessional.Butthepriestsuddenlydistributedashowerofcuffsamongthem.Seizingthembythecollarsoftheircoats,heliftedthemfromtheground,anddepositedthemontheirkneesonthestonesofthechoir,firmly,asifhemeantplantingthemthere.

           "Yes,"saidhe,whenhereturnedtoEmma,unfoldinghislargecottonhandkerchief,onecornerofwhichheputbetweenhisteeth,"farmersaremuchtobepitied."

           "Others,too,"shereplied.

           "Assuredly.Town-labourers,forexample."

           "Itisnotthey—"

           "Pardon!I’vethereknownpoormothersoffamilies,virtuouswomen,Iassureyou,realsaints,whowantedevenbread."

           "Butthose,"repliedEmma,andthecornersofhermouthtwitchedasshespoke,"those,MonsieurleCure,whohavebreadandhaveno—"

           "Fireinthewinter,"saidthepriest.

           "Oh,whatdoesthatmatter?"

           "What!Whatdoesitmatter?Itseemstomethatwhenonehasfiringandfoodfor,afterall—"

           "MyGod!myGod!"shesighed.

           "Itisindigestion,nodoubt?Youmustgethome,MadameBovary;drinkalittletea,thatwillstrengthenyou,orelseaglassoffreshwaterwithalittlemoistsugar."

           "Why?"Andshelookedlikeoneawakingfromadream.

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