Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 13

           Atthecornerofthestreet,fromalowerstorey,roseakindofhummingwithstridentmodulations.ItwasBinetturning.

           Sheleantagainsttheembrasureofthewindow,andrereadtheletterwithangrysneers.Butthemoreshefixedherattentionuponit,themoreconfusedwereherideas.Shesawhimagain,heardhim,encircledhimwithherarms,andthrobsofherheart,thatbeatagainstherbreastlikeblowsofasledge-hammer,grewfasterandfaster,withunevenintervals.Shelookedaboutherwiththewishthattheearthmightcrumbleintopieces.Whynotenditall?Whatrestrainedher?Shewasfree.Sheadvanced,lookingatthepaving-stones,sayingtoherself,"Come!come!"

           Theluminousraythatcamestraightupfrombelowdrewtheweightofherbodytowardstheabyss.Itseemedtoherthatthegroundoftheoscillatingsquarewentupthewallsandthatthefloordippedonendlikeatossingboat.Shewasrightattheedge,almosthanging,surroundedbyvastspace.Theblueoftheheavenssuffusedher,theairwaswhirlinginherhollowhead;shehadbuttoyield,toletherselfbetaken;andthehummingofthelatheneverceased,likeanangryvoicecallingher.

           "Emma!Emma!"criedCharles.

           Shestopped.

           "Whereverareyou?Come!"

           Thethoughtthatshehadjustescapedfromdeathalmostmadeherfaintwithterror.Sheclosedhereyes;thensheshiveredatthetouchofahandonhersleeve;itwasFelicite.

           "Masteriswaitingforyou,madame;thesoupisonthetable."

           Andshehadtogodowntositattable.

           Shetriedtoeat.Thefoodchokedher.

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