Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 9

           Thenfaraway,beyondthewood,ontheotherhills,sheheardavagueprolongedcry,avoicewhichlingered,andinsilenceshehearditminglinglikemusicwiththelastpulsationsofherthrobbingnerves.Rodolphe,acigarbetweenhislips,wasmendingwithhispenknifeoneofthetwobrokenbridles.

           TheyreturnedtoYonvillebythesameroad.Onthemudtheysawagainthetracesoftheirhorsessidebyside,thesamethickets,thesamestonestothegrass;nothingaroundthemseemedchanged;andyetforhersomethinghadhappenedmorestupendousthanifthemountainshadmovedintheirplaces.Rodolphenowandagainbentforwardandtookherhandtokissit.

           Shewascharmingonhorsebackupright,withherslenderwaist,herkneebentonthemaneofherhorse,herfacesomewhatflushedbythefreshairintheredoftheevening.

           OnenteringYonvilleshemadeherhorsepranceintheroad.Peoplelookedatherfromthewindows.

           Atdinnerherhusbandthoughtshelookedwell,butshepretendednottohearhimwhenheinquiredaboutherride,andsheremainedsittingtherewithherelbowatthesideofherplatebetweenthetwolightedcandles.

           "Emma!"hesaid.

           "What?"

           "Well,IspenttheafternoonatMonsieurAlexandre’s.Hehasanoldcob,stillveryfine,onlyalittlebrokenkneed,andthatcouldbebought;Iamsure,forahundredcrowns."Headded,"Andthinkingitmightpleaseyou,Ihavebespokenitboughtit.

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