Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 6

           Whencecamethisinsufficiencyinlifethisinstantaneousturningtodecayofeverythingonwhichsheleant?Butifthereweresomewhereabeingstrongandbeautiful,avaliantnature,fullatonceofexaltationandrefinement,apoet’sheartinanangel’sform,alyrewithsoundingchordsringingoutelegiacepithalamiatoheaven,why,perchance,shouldshenotfindhim?Ah!howimpossible!Besides,nothingwasworththetroubleofseekingit;everythingwasalie.Everysmilehidayawnofboredom,everyjoyacurse,allpleasuresatiety,andthesweetestkissesleftuponyourlipsonlytheunattainabledesireforagreaterdelight.

           Ametallicclangdronedthroughtheair,andfourstrokeswereheardfromtheconvent-clock.Fouro’clock!Anditseemedtoherthatshehadbeenthereonthatformaneternity.Butaninfinityofpassionsmaybecontainedinaminute,likeacrowdinasmallspace.

           Emmalivedallabsorbedinhers,andtroublednomoreaboutmoneymattersthananarchduchess.

           Once,however,awretched-lookingman,rubicundandbald,cametoherhouse,sayinghehadbeensentbyMonsieurVincartofRouen.Hetookoutthepinsthatheldtogethertheside-pocketsofhislonggreenovercoat,stuckthemintohissleeve,andpolitelyhandedherapaper.

           Itwasabillforsevenhundredfrancs,signedbyher,andwhichLheureux,inspiteofallhisprofessions,hadpaidawaytoVincart.Shesentherservantforhim.Hecouldnotcome.

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