Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Asupremedesiremadetheirdrylipstremble,andwearily,withoutaneffort,theirfingersintertwined.

           "CatherineNicaiseElizabethLeroux,ofSassetot-la-Guerriere,forfifty-fouryearsofserviceatthesamefarm,asilvermedalvalue,twenty-fivefrancs!"

           "WhereisCatherineLeroux?"repeatedthecouncillor.

           Shedidnotpresentherself,andonecouldhearvoiceswhispering

           "Goup!"

           "Don’tbeafraid!"

           "Oh,howstupidsheis!"

           "Well,isshethere?"criedTuvache.

           "Yes;heresheis."

           "Thenlethercomeup!"

           Thentherecameforwardontheplatformalittleoldwomanwithtimidbearing,whoseemedtoshrinkwithinherpoorclothes.Onherfeetsheworeheavywoodenclogs,andfromherhipshungalargeblueapron.Herpalefaceframedinaborderlesscapwasmorewrinkledthanawitheredrussetapple.Andfromthesleevesofherredjacketlookedouttwolargehandswithknottyjoints,thedustofbarns,thepotashofwashingthegreaseofwoolshadsoencrusted,roughened,hardenedthesethattheyseemeddirty,althoughtheyhadbeenrinsedinclearwater;andbydintoflongservicetheyremainedhalfopen,asiftobearhumblewitnessforthemselvesofsomuchsufferingendured.Somethingofmonasticrigiditydignifiedherface.Nothingofsadnessorofemotionweakenedthatpalelook.Inherconstantlivingwithanimalsshehadcaughttheirdumbnessandtheircalm.

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