Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 15

           Theoutragedloverbrandishedhisnakedsword;hisguipurerufflerosewithjerkstothemovementsofhischest,andhewalkedfromrighttoleftwithlongstrides,clankingagainsttheboardsthesilver-giltspursofhissoftboots,wideningoutattheankles.He,shethoughtmusthaveaninexhaustiblelovetolavishituponthecrowdwithsucheffusion.Allhersmallfault-findingsfadedbeforethepoetryofthepartthatabsorbedher;and,drawntowardsthismanbytheillusionofthecharacter,shetriedtoimaginetoherselfhislifethatliferesonant,extraordinary,splendid,andthatmighthavebeenhersiffatehadwilledit.Theywouldhaveknownoneanother,lovedoneanother.Withhim,throughallthekingdomsofEuropeshewouldhavetravelledfromcapitaltocapital,sharinghisfatiguesandhispride,pickinguptheflowersthrowntohim,herselfembroideringhiscostumes.Theneachevening,atthebackofabox,behindthegoldentrellis-workshewouldhavedrunkineagerlytheexpansionsofthissoulthatwouldhavesungforheralone;fromthestage,evenasheacted,hewouldhavelookedather.Butthemadideaseizedherthathewaslookingather;itwascertain.Shelongedtoruntohisarms,totakerefugeinhisstrength,asintheincarnationofloveitself,andtosaytohim,tocryout,"Takemeaway!carrymewithyou!letusgo!Thine,thine!allmyardourandallmydreams!"

           Thecurtainfell.

           Thesmellofthegasmingledwiththatofthebreaths,thewavingofthefans,madetheairmoresuffocating.

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