Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Perhapshecouldhear,butcertainlyhecouldseenothing,becauseofthevisorofhishelmet,thatfelldownonhisnose.Hislieutenant,theyoungestsonofMonsieurTuvache,hadabiggerone,forhiswasenormous,andshookonhishead,andfromitanendofhiscottonscarfpeepedout.Hesmiledbeneathitwithaperfectlyinfantinesweetness,andhispalelittleface,whencedropswererunning,woreanexpressionofenjoymentandsleepiness.

           Thesquareasfarasthehouseswascrowdedwithpeople.Onesawfolkleaningontheirelbowsatallthewindows,othersstandingatdoors,andJustin,infrontofthechemist’sshop,seemedquitetransfixedbythesightofwhathewaslookingat.InspiteofthesilenceMonsieurLieuvain’svoicewaslostintheair.Itreachedyouinfragmentsofphrases,andinterruptedhereandtherebythecreakingofchairsinthecrowd;thenyousuddenlyheardthelongbellowingofanox,orelsethebleatingofthelambs,whoansweredoneanotheratstreetcorners.Infact,thecowherdsandshepherdshaddriventheirbeaststhusfar,andtheselowedfromtimetotime,whilewiththeirtonguestheytoredownsomescrapoffoliagethathungabovetheirmouths.

           RodolphehaddrawnnearertoEmma,andsaidtoherinalowvoice,speakingrapidly

           "Doesnotthisconspiracyoftheworldrevoltyou?Isthereasinglesentimentitdoesnotcondemn?Thenoblestinstincts,thepurestsympathiesarepersecuted,slandered;andifatlengthtwopoorsoulsdomeet,allissoorganisedthattheycannotblendtogether.

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