Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 1

           ThenyourangatMadameTuvache’s;youwereletin,andIstoodlikeanidiotinfrontofthegreatheavydoorthathadclosedafteryou."

           MadameBovary,asshelistenedtohim,wonderedthatshewassoold.Allthesethingsreappearingbeforeherseemedtowidenoutherlife;itwaslikesomesentimentalimmensitytowhichshereturned;andfromtimetotimeshesaidinalowvoice,hereyeshalfclosed

           "Yes,itistruetruetrue!"

           TheyheardeightstrikeonthedifferentclocksoftheBeauvoisinequarter,whichisfullofschools,churches,andlargeemptyhotels.Theynolongerspoke,buttheyfeltastheylookeduponeachotherabuzzingintheirheads,asifsomethingsonoroushadescapedfromthefixedeyesofeachofthem.Theywerehandinhandnow,andthepast,thefuture,reminiscencesanddreams,allwereconfoundedinthesweetnessofthisecstasy.Nightwasdarkeningoverthewalls,onwhichstillshone,halfhiddenintheshade,thecoarsecoloursoffourbillsrepresentingfourscenesfromthe"TourdeNesle,"withamottoinSpanishandFrenchatthebottom.Throughthesash-windowapatchofdarkskywasseenbetweenthepointedroofs.

           Sherosetolighttwowax-candlesonthedrawers,thenshesatdownagain.

           "Well!"saidLeon.

           "Well!"shereplied.

           Hewasthinkinghowtoresumetheinterruptedconversation,whenshesaidtohim

           "Howisitthatnooneuntilnowhaseverexpressedsuchsentimentstome?"

           Theclerksaidthatidealnaturesweredifficulttounderstand.

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