Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 6

           Ashecamein,MadameBovaryarosehurriedly.

           "ItisIagain!"saidLeon.

           "Iwassureofit!"

           Shebitherlips,andarushofbloodflowingunderherskinmadeherredfromtherootsofherhairtothetopofhercollar.Sheremainedstanding,leaningwithhershoulderagainstthewainscot.

           "Thedoctorisnothere?"hewenton.

           "Heisout."Sherepeated,"Heisout."

           Thentherewassilence.Theylookedatoneanotherandtheirthoughts,confoundedinthesameagony,clungclosetogetherliketwothrobbingbreasts.

           "IshouldliketokissBerthe,"saidLeon.

           EmmawentdownafewstepsandcalledFelicite.

           Hethrewonelonglookaroundhimthattookinthewalls,thedecorations,thefireplace,asiftopenetrateeverything,carryawayeverything.Butshereturned,andtheservantbroughtBerthe,whowasswingingawindmillroofdownwardsattheendofastring.Leonkissedherseveraltimesontheneck.

           "Good-bye,poorchild!good-bye,dearlittleone!good-bye!"Andhegaveherbacktohermother.

           "Takeheraway,"shesaid.

           TheyremainedaloneMadameBovary,herbackturned,herfacepressedagainstawindow-pane;Leonheldhiscapinhishand,knockingitsoftlyagainsthisthigh.

           "Itisgoingtorain,"saidEmma.

           "Ihaveacloak,"heanswered.

           "Ah!"

           Sheturnedaround,herchinlowered,herforeheadbentforward.

           Thelightfellonitasonapieceofmarble,tothecurveoftheeyebrows,withoutone’sbeingabletoguesswhatEmmawasseeingonthehorizonorwhatshewasthinkingwithinherself.

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