Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           And,withoutheedingMadameLefrancois,whowascallinghimbacktotellhimmoreaboutit,thedruggistwalkedoffrapidlywithasmileonhislips,withstraightknees,bowingcopiouslytorightandleft,andtakingupmuchroomwiththelargetailsofhisfrock-coatthatflutteredbehindhiminthewind.

           Rodolphe,havingcaughtsightofhimfromafar,hurriedon,butMadameBovarylostherbreath;sohewalkedmoreslowly,and,smilingather,saidinaroughtone

           "It’sonlytogetawayfromthatfatfellow,youknow,thedruggist."Shepressedhiselbow.

           "What’sthemeaningofthat?"heaskedhimself.Andhelookedatheroutofthecornerofhiseyes.

           Herprofilewassocalmthatonecouldguessnothingfromit.Itstoodoutinthelightfromtheovalofherbonnet,withpaleribbonsonitliketheleavesofweeds.Hereyeswiththeirlongcurvedlasheslookedstraightbeforeher,andthoughwideopen,theyseemedslightlypuckeredbythecheek-bones,becauseofthebloodpulsinggentlyunderthedelicateskin.Apinklineranalongthepartitionbetweenhernostrils.Herheadwasbentuponhershoulder,andthepearltipsofherwhiteteethwereseenbetweenherlips.

           "Isshemakingfunofme?"thoughtRodolphe.

           Emma’sgesture,however,hadonlybeenmeantforawarning;forMonsieurLheureuxwasaccompanyingthem,andspokenowandagainasiftoenterintotheconversation.

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