Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Itwasthefirsttimethatshefoundherselfinthemidstofsolargeacompany,andinwardlyscaredbytheflags,thedrums,thegentlemeninfrock-coats,andtheorderofthecouncillor,shestoodmotionless,notknowingwhethertoadvanceorrunaway,norwhythecrowdwaspushingherandthejuryweresmilingather.

           Thusstoodbeforetheseradiantbourgeoisthishalf-centuryofservitude.

           "Approach,venerableCatherineNicaiseElizabethLeroux!"saidthecouncillor,whohadtakenthelistofprize-winnersfromthepresident;and,lookingatthepieceofpaperandtheoldwomanbyturns,herepeatedinafatherlytone"Approach!approach!"

           "Areyoudeaf?"saidTuvache,fidgetinginhisarmchair;andhebeganshoutinginherear,"Fifty-fouryearsofservice.Asilvermedal!Twenty-fivefrancs!Foryou!"

           Then,whenshehadhermedal,shelookedatit,andasmileofbeatitudespreadoverherface;andasshewalkedawaytheycouldhearhermuttering"I’llgiveittoourcureuphome,tosaysomemassesforme!"

           "Whatfanaticism!"exclaimedthechemist,leaningacrosstothenotary.

           Themeetingwasover,thecrowddispersed,andnowthatthespeecheshadbeenread,eachonefellbackintohisplaceagain,andeverythingintotheoldgrooves;themastersbulliedtheservants,andthesestrucktheanimals,indolentvictors,goingbacktothestalls,agreen-crownontheirhorns.

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