Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 11

           Shehadmadeeffortstolovehim,andshehadrepentedwithtearsforhavingyieldedtoanother!

           "Butitwasperhapsavalgus!"suddenlyexclaimedBovary,whowasmeditating.

           Attheunexpectedshockofthisphrasefallingonherthoughtlikealeadenbulletonasilverplate,Emma,shuddering,raisedherheadinordertofindoutwhathemeanttosay;andtheylookedattheotherinsilence,almostamazedtoseeeachother,sofarsunderedweretheybytheirinnerthoughts.Charlesgazedatherwiththedulllookofadrunkenman,whilehelistenedmotionlesstothelastcriesofthesufferer,thatfollowedeachotherinlong-drawnmodulations,brokenbysharpspasmslikethefar-offhowlingofsomebeastbeingslaughtered.Emmabitherwanlips,androllingbetweenherfingersapieceofcoralthatshehadbroken,fixedonCharlestheburningglanceofhereyesliketwoarrowsoffireabouttodartforth.Everythinginhimirritatedhernow;hisface,hisdress,whathedidnotsay,hiswholeperson,hisexistence,infine.Sherepentedofherpastvirtueasofacrime,andwhatstillremainedofitrumbledawaybeneaththefuriousblowsofherpride.Sherevelledinalltheevilironiesoftriumphantadultery.Thememoryofherlovercamebacktoherwithdazzlingattractions;shethrewherwholesoulintoit,borneawaytowardsthisimagewithafreshenthusiasm;andCharlesseemedtoherasmuchremovedfromherlife,asabsentforever,asimpossibleandannihilated,asifhehadbeenabouttodieandwerepassingunderhereyes

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