Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 7

           Inthesupinenessofherconsciencesheeventookherrepugnancetowardsherhusbandforaspirationstowardsherlover,theburningofhateforthewarmthoftenderness;butasthetempeststillraged,andaspassionburntitselfdowntotheverycinders,andnohelpcame,nosunrose,therewasnightonallsides,andshewaslostintheterriblecoldthatpiercedher.

           ThentheevildaysofTostesbeganagain.Shethoughtherselfnowfarmoreunhappy;forshehadtheexperienceofgrief,withthecertaintythatitwouldnotend.

           Awomanwhohadlaidonherselfsuchsacrificescouldwellallowherselfcertainwhims.SheboughtaGothicprie-dieu,andinamonthspentfourteenfrancsonlemonsforpolishinghernails;shewrotetoRouenforabluecashmeregown;shechoseoneofLheureux’sfinestscarves,andworeitknottedaroundherwaistoverherdressing-gown;and,withclosedblindsandabookinherhand,shelaystretchedoutonacouchinthisgarb.

           Sheoftenchangedhercoiffure;shedidherhairalaChinoise,inflowingcurls,inplaitedcoils;shepartedinononesideandrolleditunderlikeaman’s.

           ShewantedtolearnItalian;sheboughtdictionaries,agrammar,andasupplyofwhitepaper.Shetriedseriousreading,history,andphilosophy.SometimesinthenightCharleswokeupwithastart,thinkinghewasbeingcalledtoapatient."I’mcoming,"hestammered;anditwasthenoiseofamatchEmmahadstrucktorelightthelamp.

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