Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 12

           Thetendernessoftheolddayscamebacktotheirhearts,fullandsilentastheflowingriver,withthesoftnessoftheperfumeofthesyringas,andthrewacrosstheirmemoriesshadowsmoreimmenseandmoresombrethanthoseofthestillwillowsthatlengthenedoutoverthegrass.Oftensomenight-animal,hedgehogorweasel,settingoutonthehunt,disturbedthelovers,orsometimestheyheardaripepeachfallingallalonefromtheespalier.

           "Ah!whatalovelynight!"saidRodolphe.

           "Weshallhaveothers,"repliedEmma;and,asifspeakingtoherself:"Yet,itwillbegoodtotravel.Andyet,whyshouldmyheartbesoheavy?Isitdreadoftheunknown?Theeffectofhabitsleft?Orrather—?No;itistheexcessofhappiness.HowweakIam,amInot?Forgiveme!"

           "Thereisstilltime!"hecried."Reflect!perhapsyoumayrepent!"

           "Never!"shecriedimpetuously.Andcomingclosertohim:"Whatillcouldcometome?Thereisnodesert,noprecipice,nooceanIwouldnottraversewithyou.Thelongerwelivetogetherthemoreitwillbelikeanembrace,everydaycloser,morehearttoheart.Therewillbenothingtotroubleus,nocares,noobstacle.Weshallbealone,alltoourselveseternally.Oh,speak!Answerme!"

           Atregularintervalsheanswered,"YesYes—"Shehadpassedherhandsthroughhishair,andsherepeatedinachildlikevoice,despitethebigtearswhichwerefalling,"Rodolphe!Rodolphe!Ah!Rodolphe!dearlittleRodolphe!"

           Midnightstruck.

           "Midnight!"saidshe."Come,itisto-morrow

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