Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 10

           Howlongsinceshehadbeenwithhim,sittingonthefootstoolinthechimney-corner,wheresheusedtoburntheendofabitofwoodinthegreatflameofthesea-sedges!Sherememberedthesummereveningsallfullofsunshine.Thecoltsneighedwhenanyonepassedby,andgalloped,galloped.Underherwindowtherewasabeehive,andsometimesthebeeswheelingroundinthelightstruckagainstherwindowlikereboundingballsofgold.Whathappinesstherehadbeenatthattime,whatfreedom,whathope!Whatanabundanceofillusions!Nothingwasleftofthemnow.Shehadgotridofthemallinhersoul’slife,inallhersuccessiveconditionsoflifemaidenhood,hermarriage,andherlovethusconstantlylosingthemallherlifethrough,likeatravellerwholeavessomethingofhiswealthateveryinnalonghisroad.

           Butwhatthen,madehersounhappy?Whatwastheextraordinarycatastrophethathadtransformedher?Andsheraisedherhead,lookingroundasiftoseekthecauseofthatwhichmadehersuffer.

           AnAprilraywasdancingonthechinaofthewhatnot;thefireburned;beneathherslippersshefeltthesoftnessofthecarpet;thedaywasbright,theairwarm,andsheheardherchildshoutingwithlaughter.

           Infact,thelittlegirlwasjustthenrollingonthelawninthemidstofthegrassthatwasbeingturned.Shewaslyingflatonherstomachatthetopofarick.Theservantwasholdingherbyherskirt.Lestiboudoiswasrakingbyherside,andeverytimehecamenearshelentforward,beatingtheairwithbothherarms

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