Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Atlast,unabletobearitanylonger,andfancyingshehadgonetoRouen,hesetoutalongthehighroad,walkedamile,metnoone,againwaited,andreturnedhome.Shehadcomeback.

           "Whatwasthematter?Why?Explaintome."

           Shesatdownatherwriting-tableandwrotealetter,whichshesealedslowly,addingthedateandthehour.Thenshesaidinasolemntone:

           "Youaretoreaditto-morrow;tillthen,Iprayyou,donotaskmeasinglequestion.No,notone!"

           "But"

           "Oh,leaveme!"

           Shelaydownfulllengthonherbed.Abittertastethatshefeltinhermouthawakenedher.ShesawCharles,andagainclosedhereyes.

           Shewasstudyingherselfcuriously,toseeifshewerenotsuffering.Butno!nothingasyet.Sheheardthetickingoftheclock,thecracklingofthefire,andCharlesbreathingashestooduprightbyherbed.

           "Ahlitisbutalittlething,death!"shethought."Ishallfallasleepandallwillbeover."

           Shedrankamouthfulofwaterandturnedtothewall.Thefrightfultasteofinkcontinued.

           "Iamthirsty;oh!sothirsty,"shesighed.

           "Whatisit?"saidCharles,whowashandingheraglass.

           "Itisnothing!Openthewindow;Iamchoking."

           Shewasseizedwithasicknesssosuddenthatshehadhardlytimetodrawoutherhandkerchieffromunderthepillow.

           "Takeitaway,"shesaidquickly;"throwitaway."

           Hespoketoher;shedidnotanswer.Shelaymotionless,afraidthattheslightestmovementmightmakehervomit.Butshefeltanicycoldcreepingfromherfeettoherheart.

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