Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 13

           Butturningawayherhead,Emmasaidinabrokenvoice"No,no!noone!"

           Shefaintedagain.Theycarriedhertoherbed.Shelaytherestretchedatfulllength,herlipsapart,hereyelidsclosed,herhandsopen,motionless,andwhiteasawaxenimage.Twostreamsoftearsflowedfromhereyesandfellslowlyuponthepillow.

           Charles,standingup,wasatthebackofthealcove,andthechemist,nearhim,maintainedthatmeditativesilencethatisbecomingontheseriousoccasionsoflife.

           "Donotbeuneasy,"hesaid,touchinghiselbow;"Ithinktheparoxysmispast."

           "Yes,sheisrestingalittlenow,"answeredCharles,watchinghersleep."Poorgirl!poorgirl!Shehadgoneoffnow!"

           ThenHomaisaskedhowtheaccidenthadcomeabout.Charlesansweredthatshehadbeentakenillsuddenlywhileshewaseatingsomeapricots.

           "Extraordinary!"continuedthechemist."Butitmightbethattheapricotshadbroughtonthesyncope.Somenaturesaresosensitivetocertainsmells;anditwouldevenbeaveryfinequestiontostudybothinitspathologicalandphysiologicalrelation.Thepriestsknowtheimportanceofit,theywhohaveintroducedaromaticsintoalltheirceremonies.Itistostupefythesensesandtobringonecstasiesathing,moreover,veryeasyinpersonsoftheweakersex,whoaremoredelicatethantheother.Somearecitedwhofaintatthesmellofburnthartshorn,ofnewbread—"

           "Takecare;you’llwakeher!"saidBovaryinalowvoice.

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