Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 1

           Crossingherarmsandbendingdownherface,shelookedattherosettesonherslippers,andatintervalsmadelittlemovementsinsidethesatinofthemwithhertoes.

           Atlastshesighed.

           "Butthemostwretchedthing,isitnotistodragout,asIdo,auselessexistence.Ifourpainswereonlyofsomeusetosomeone,weshouldfindconsolationinthethoughtofthesacrifice."

           Hestartedoffinpraiseofvirtue,duty,andsilentimmolation,havinghimselfanincrediblelongingforself-sacrificethathecouldnotsatisfy.

           "Ishouldmuchlike,"shesaid,"tobeanurseatahospital."

           "Alas!menhavenoneoftheseholymissions,andIseenowhereanycallingunlessperhapsthatofadoctor."

           Withaslightshrugofhershoulders,Emmainterruptedhimtospeakofherillness,whichhadalmostkilledher.Whatapity!Sheshouldnotbesufferingnow!Leonatonceenviedthecalmofthetomb,andoneeveninghehadevenmadehiswill,askingtobeburiedinthatbeautifulrugwithvelvetstripeshehadreceivedfromher.Forthiswashowtheywouldhavewishedtobe,eachsettingupanidealtowhichtheywerenowadaptingtheirpastlife.Besides,speechisarolling-millthatalwaysthinsoutthesentiment.

           Butatthisinventionoftherugsheasked,"Butwhy?"

           "Why?"Hehesitated."BecauseIlovedyouso!"Andcongratulatinghimselfathavingsurmountedthedifficulty,Leonwatchedherfaceoutofthecornerofhiseyes.

           Itwasliketheskywhenagustofwinddrivesthecloudsacross.

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