Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           "SoonIshallnottroubleyouanymore."

           "Whywasit?Whodroveyoutoit?"

           Shereplied."Ithadtobe,mydear!"

           "Weren’tyouhappy?Isitmyfault?IdidallIcould!"

           "Yes,thatistrueyouaregoodyou."

           Andshepassedherhandslowlyoverhishair.Thesweetnessofthissensationdeepenedhissadness;hefelthiswholebeingdissolvingindespairatthethoughtthathemustloseher,justwhenshewasconfessingmoreloveforhimthanever.Andhecouldthinkofnothing;hedidnotknow,hedidnotdare;theurgentneedforsomeimmediateresolutiongavethefinishingstroketotheturmoilofhismind.

           Soshehaddone,shethought,withallthetreachery;andmeanness,andnumberlessdesiresthathadtorturedher.Shehatednoonenow;atwilightdimnesswassettlinguponherthoughts,and,ofallearthlynoises,Emmaheardnonebuttheintermittentlamentationsofthispoorheart,sweetandindistinctliketheechoofasymphonydyingaway.

           "Bringmethechild,"shesaid,raisingherselfonherelbow.

           "Youarenotworse,areyou?"askedCharles.

           "No,no!"

           Thechild,serious,andstillhalf-asleep,wascarriedinontheservant’sarminherlongwhitenightgown,fromwhichherbarefeetpeepedout.Shelookedwonderinglyatthedisorderedroom,andhalf-closedhereyes,dazzledbythecandlesburningonthetable.

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