Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 1

           Hestoppedonthethreshold;thenhewhisperedwithatremblingvoice,"Tomorrow!"

           Sheansweredwithanod,anddisappearedlikeabirdintothenextroom.

           IntheeveningEmmawrotetheclerkaninterminableletter,inwhichshecancelledtherendezvous;allwasover;theymustnot,forthesakeoftheirhappiness,meetagain.Butwhentheletterwasfinished,asshedidnotknowLeon’saddress,shewaspuzzled.

           "I’llgiveittohimmyself,"shesaid;"hewillcome."

           Thenextmorning,attheopenwindow,andhummingonhisbalcony,Leonhimselfvarnishedhispumpswithseveralcoatings.Heputonwhitetrousers,finesocks,agreencoat,emptiedallthescenthehadintohishandkerchief,thenhavinghadhishaircurled,heuncurleditagain,inordertogiveitamorenaturalelegance.

           "Itisstilltooearly,"hethought,lookingatthehairdresser’scuckoo-clock,thatpointedtothehourofnine.Hereadanoldfashionjournal,wentout,smokedacigar,walkedupthreestreets,thoughtitwastime,andwentslowlytowardstheporchofNotreDame.

           Itwasabeautifulsummermorning.

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