Госпожа Бовари

           "DidIknowIshouldaccompanyyou?"

           "Seventyfrancs."

           "AhundredtimesIwishedtogo;andIfollowedyou—Iremained."

           "Manures!"

           "AndIshallremainto-night,to-morrow,allotherdays,allmylife!"

           "ToMonsieurCaronofArgueil,agoldmedal!"

           "ForIhaveneverinthesocietyofanyotherpersonfoundsocompleteacharm."

           "ToMonsieurBainofGivry-Saint-Martin."

           "AndIshallcarryawaywithmetheremembranceofyou."

           "Foramerinoram!"

           "Butyouwillforgetme;Ishallpassawaylikeashadow."

           "ToMonsieurBelotofNotre-Dame."

           "Oh,no!Ishallbesomethinginyourthought,inyourlife,shallInot?"

           "Porcinerace;prizes—equal,toMessrs.LeherisseandCullembourg,sixtyfrancs!"

           Rodolphewaspressingherhand,andhefeltitallwarmandquiveringlikeacaptivedovethatwantstoflyaway;but,whethershewastryingtotakeitawayorwhethershewasansweringhispressure;shemadeamovementwithherfingers.Heexclaimed—

           "Oh,Ithankyou!Youdonotrepulseme!Youaregood!YouunderstandthatIamyours!Letmelookatyou;letmecontemplateyou!"

           Agustofwindthatblewinatthewindowruffledtheclothonthetable,andinthesquarebelowallthegreatcapsofthepeasantwomenwereupliftedbyitlikethewingsofwhitebutterfliesfluttering.

           "Useofoil-cakes,"continuedthepresident.Hewashurryingon:"Flemishmanure-flax-growing-drainage-longleases-domesticservice."

           Rodolphewasnolongerspeaking.Theylookedatoneanother.