Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 6

           "Calltheservant,"saidCharles."Youknow,dearie,thatmammadoesnotliketobedisturbed."

           Autumnwassettingin,andtheleaveswerealreadyfalling,astheydidtwoyearsagowhenshewasill.Wherewoulditallend?Andhewalkedupanddown,hishandsbehindhisback.

           Madamewasinherroom,whichnooneentered.Shestayedtherealldaylong,torpid,halfdressed,andfromtimetotimeburningTurkishpastilleswhichshehadboughtatRoueninanAlgerian’sshop.Inordernottohaveatnightthissleepingmanstretchedatherside,bydintofmanoeuvring,sheatlastsucceededinbanishinghimtothesecondfloor,whileshereadtillmorningextravagantbooks,fullofpicturesoforgiesandthrillingsituations.Often,seizedwithfear,shecriedout,andCharleshurriedtoher.

           "Oh,goaway!"shewouldsay.

           Oratothertimes,consumedmoreardentlythaneverbythatinnerflametowhichadulteryaddedfuel,panting,tremulous,alldesire,shethrewopenherwindow,breathedinthecoldair,shooklooseinthewindhermassesofhair,tooheavy,and,gazinguponthestars,longedforsomeprincelylove.Shethoughtofhim,ofLeon.Shewouldthenhavegivenanythingforasingleoneofthosemeetingsthatsurfeitedher.

           Thesewerehergaladays.Shewantedthemtobesumptuous,andwhenhealonecouldnotpaytheexpenses,shemadeupthedeficitliberally,whichhappenedprettywelleverytime.Hetriedtomakeherunderstandthattheywouldbequiteascomfortablesomewhereelse,inasmallerhotel,butshealwaysfoundsomeobjection.

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