Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Suddenlyitseemedtoherthatfierysphereswereexplodingintheairlikefulminatingballswhentheystrike,andwerewhirling,whirling,tomeltatlastuponthesnowbetweenthebranchesofthetrees.InthemidstofeachofthemappearedthefaceofRodolphe.Theymultipliedanddrewnearher,penetrating,her.Italldisappeared;sherecognisedthelightsofthehousesthatshonethroughthefog.

           Nowhersituation,likeanabyss,roseupbeforeher.Shewaspantingasifherheartwouldburst.Theninanecstasyofheroism,thatmadeheralmostjoyous,sherandownthehill,crossedthecow-plank,thefoot-path,thealley,themarket,andreachedthechemist’sshop.Shewasabouttoenter,butatthesoundofthebellsomeonemightcome,andslippinginbythegate,holdingherbreath,feelingherwayalongthewalls,shewentasfarasthedoorofthekitchen,whereacandlestuckonthestovewasburning.Justininhisshirt-sleeveswascarryingoutadish.

           "Ah!theyaredining;Iwillwait."

           Hereturned;shetappedatthewindow.Hewentout.

           "Thekey!theoneforupstairswherehekeepsthe"

           "What?"

           Andhelookedather,astonishedatthepallorofherface,thatstoodoutwhiteagainsttheblackbackgroundofthenight.Sheseemedtohimextraordinarilybeautifulandmajesticasaphantom.Withoutunderstandingwhatshewanted,hehadthepresentimentofsomethingterrible.

           Butshewentonquicklyinalovevoice;inasweet,meltingvoice,"Iwantit;giveittome."

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