Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 5

           ButHivert,noticingaweightbehind,gavetheblindmansharpcutswithhiswhip.Thethonglashedhiswounds,andhefellbackintothemudwithayell.Thenthe,passengersinthe"Hirondelle"endedbyfallingasleep,somewithopenmouths,otherswithloweredchins,leaningagainsttheirneighbour’sshoulder,orwiththeirarmpassedthroughthestrap,oscillatingregularlywiththejoltingofthecarriage;andthereflectionofthelanternswingingwithout,onthecrupperofthewheeler;penetratingintotheinteriorthroughthechocolatecalicocurtains,threwsanguineousshadowsoverallthesemotionlesspeople.Emma,drunkwithgrief,shiveredinherclothes,feelingherfeetgrowcolderandcolder,anddeathinhersoul.

           Charlesathomewaswaitingforher;the"Hirondelle"wasalwayslateonThursdays.Madamearrivedatlast,andscarcelykissedthechild.Thedinnerwasnotready.Nomatter!Sheexcusedtheservant.Thisgirlnowseemedallowedtodojustassheliked.

           Oftenherhusband,notingherpallor,askedifshewereunwell.

           "No,"saidEmma.

           "But,"hereplied,"youseemsostrangethisevening."

           "Oh,it’snothing!nothing!"

           Therewereevendayswhenshehadnosoonercomeinthanshewentuptoherroom;andJustin,happeningtobethere,movedaboutnoiselessly,quickerathelpingherthanthebestofmaids.Heputthematchesready,thecandlestick,abook,arrangedhernightgown,turnedbackthebedclothes.

           "Come!"saidshe,"thatwilldo.Nowyoucango."

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