Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 6

           Thewhitishlightofthewindow-panesfellwithsoftundulations.

           Thefurnitureinitsplaceseemedtohavebecomemoreimmobile,andtoloseitselfintheshadowasinanoceanofdarkness.Thefirewasout,theclockwentonticking,andEmmavaguelymarvelledatthiscalmofallthingswhilewithinherselfwassuchtumult.ButlittleBerthewasthere,betweenthewindowandthework-table,totteringonherknittedshoes,andtryingtocometohermothertocatchholdoftheendsofherapron-strings.

           "Leavemealone,"saidthelatter,puttingherfromherwithherhand.

           Thelittlegirlsooncameupcloseragainstherknees,andleaningonthemwithherarms,shelookedupwithherlargeblueeyes,whileasmallthreadofpuresalivadribbledfromherlipsontothesilkapron.

           "Leavemealone,"repeatedtheyoungwomanquiteirritably.

           Herfacefrightenedthechild,whobegantoscream.

           "Willyouleavemealone?"shesaid,pushingherwithherelbow.

           Berthefellatthefootofthedrawersagainstthebrasshandle,cuttinghercheek,whichbegantobleed,againstit.MadameBovarysprangtoliftherup,brokethebell-rope,calledfortheservantwithallhermight,andshewasjustgoingtocurseherselfwhenCharlesappeared.Itwasthedinner-hour;hehadcomehome.

           "Look,dear!"saidEmma,inacalmvoice,"thelittleonefelldownwhileshewasplaying,andhashurtherself."

           Charlesreassuredher;thecasewasnotaseriousone,andhewentforsomestickingplaster.

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