Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 7

           SherememberedonedayLeonOh!howlongagothatwasthesunwasshiningontheriver,andtheclematiswereperfumingtheair.Then,carriedawayasbyarushingtorrent,shesoonbegantorecallthedaybefore.

           "Whattimeisit?"sheasked.

           MereRolletwentout,raisedthefingersofherrighthandtothatsideoftheskythatwasbrightest,andcamebackslowly,saying

           "Nearlythree."

           "Ahlthanks,thanks!"

           Forhewouldcome;hewouldhavefoundsomemoney.Buthewould,perhaps,godownyonder,notguessingshewashere,andshetoldthenursetoruntoherhousetofetchhim.

           "Bequick!"

           "But,mydearlady,I’mgoing,I’mgoing!"

           Shewonderednowthatshehadnotthoughtofhimfromthefirst.Yesterdayhehadgivenhisword;hewouldnotbreakit.AndshealreadysawherselfatLheureux’sspreadingoutherthreebank-notesonhisbureau.ThenshewouldhavetoinventsomestorytoexplainmatterstoBovary.Whatshoulditbe?

           Thenurse,however,wasalongwhilegone.But,astherewasnoclockinthecot,Emmafearedshewasperhapsexaggeratingthelengthoftime.Shebeganwalkingroundthegarden,stepbystep;shewentintothepathbythehedge,andreturnedquickly,hopingthatthewomanwouldhavecomebackbyanotherroad.Atlast,wearyofwaiting,assailedbyfearsthatshethrustfromher,nolongerconsciouswhethershehadbeenhereacenturyoramoment,shesatdowninacorner,closedhereyes,andstoppedherears.Thegategrated;shesprangup

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