Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Theneighbouringfarmers’wives,whentheygotofftheirhorses,pulledoutthelongpinsthatfastenedaroundthemtheirdresses,turnedupforfearofmud;andthehusbands,fortheirpart,inordertosavetheirhats,kepttheirhandkerchiefsaroundthem,holdingonecornerbetweentheirteeth.

           Thecrowdcameintothemainstreetfrombothendsofthevillage.Peoplepouredinfromthelanes,thealleys,thehouses;andfromtimetotimeoneheardknockersbangingagainstdoorsclosingbehindwomenwiththeirgloves,whoweregoingouttoseethefete.Whatwasmostadmiredweretwolonglamp-standscoveredwithlanterns,thatflankedaplatformonwhichtheauthoritiesweretosit.Besidesthistherewereagainstthefourcolumnsofthetownhallfourkindsofpoles,eachbearingasmallstandardofgreenishcloth,embellishedwithinscriptionsingoldletters.

           Ononewaswritten,"ToCommerce";ontheother,"ToAgriculture";onthethird,"ToIndustry";andonthefourth,"TotheFineArts."

           ButthejubilationthatbrightenedallfacesseemedtodarkenthatofMadameLefrancois,theinnkeeper.Standingonherkitchen-stepsshemutteredtoherself,"Whatrubbish!whatrubbish!Withtheircanvasbooth!Dotheythinktheprefectwillbegladtodinedownthereunderatentlikeagipsy?Theycallallthisfussingdoinggoodtotheplace!Thenitwasn’tworthwhilesendingtoNeufchatelforthekeeperofacookshop!Andforwhom?Forcowherds!tatterdemalions!"

           Thedruggistwaspassing.

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