Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 7

           Thensherememberedthedaywhen,allanxiousandfullofhope,shehadenteredbeneaththislargenave,thathadopenedoutbeforeher,lessprofoundthanherlove;andshewalkedonweepingbeneathherveil,giddy,staggering,almostfainting.

           "Takecare!"criedavoiceissuingfromthegateofacourtyardthatwasthrownopen.

           Shestoppedtoletpassablackhorse,pawingthegroundbetweentheshaftsofatilbury,drivenbyagentlemaninsablefurs.Whowasit?Sheknewhim.Thecarriagedartedbyanddisappeared.

           Why,itwashetheViscount.Sheturnedaway;thestreetwasempty.Shewassooverwhelmed,sosad,thatshehadtoleanagainstawalltokeepherselffromfalling.

           Thenshethoughtshehadbeenmistaken.Anyhow,shedidnotknow.Allwithinherandaroundherwasabandoningher.Shefeltlost,sinkingatrandomintoindefinableabysses,anditwasalmostwithjoythat,onreachingthe"Croix-Rouge,"shesawthegoodHomais,whowaswatchingalargeboxfullofpharmaceuticalstoresbeinghoistedontothe"Hirondelle."Inhishandheheldtiedinasilkhandkerchiefsixcheminotsforhiswife.

           MadameHomaiswasveryfondofthesesmall,heavyturban-shapedloaves,thatareeateninLentwithsaltbutter;alastvestigeofGothicfoodthatgoesback,perhaps,tothetimeoftheCrusades,andwithwhichtherobustNormansgorgedthemselvesofyore,fancyingtheysawonthetable,inthelightoftheyellowtorches,betweentankardsofhippocrasandhugeboars’heads,theheadsofSaracenstobedevoured.

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