Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 1

           Thenavewasreflectedinthefullfontswiththebeginningofthearchesandsomeportionsoftheglasswindows.Butthereflectionsofthepaintings,brokenbythemarblerim,werecontinuedfartheronupontheflag-stones,likeamany-colouredcarpet.Thebroaddaylightfromwithoutstreamedintothechurchinthreeenormousraysfromthethreeopenedportals.Fromtimetotimeattheupperendasacristanpassed,makingtheobliquegenuflexionofdevoutpersonsinahurry.Thecrystallustreshungmotionless.Inthechoirasilverlampwasburning,andfromthesidechapelsanddarkplacesofthechurchsometimesrosesoundslikesighs,withtheclangofaclosinggrating,itsechoreverberatingundertheloftyvault.

           Leonwithsolemnstepswalkedalongbythewalls.Lifehadneverseemedsogoodtohim.Shewouldcomedirectly,charming,agitated,lookingbackattheglancesthatfollowedher,andwithherflounceddress,hergoldeyeglass,herthinshoes,withallsortsofeleganttriflesthathehadneverenjoyed,andwiththeineffableseductionofyieldingvirtue.Thechurchlikeahugeboudoirspreadaroundher;thearchesbentdowntogatherintheshadetheconfessionofherlove;thewindowsshoneresplendenttoillumineherface,andthecenserswouldburnthatshemightappearlikeanangelamidthefumesofthesweet-smellingodours.

           Butshedidnotcome.Hesatdownonachair,andhiseyesfelluponabluestainedwindowrepresentingboatmencarryingbaskets.

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