Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Herlimbswereconvulsed,herwholebodycoveredwithbrownspots,andherpulseslippedbeneaththefingerslikeastretchedthread,likeaharp-stringnearlybreaking.

           Afterthisshebegantoscreamhorribly.Shecursedthepoison,railedatit,andimploredittobequick,andthrustawaywithherstiffenedarmseverythingthatCharles,inmoreagonythanherself,triedtomakeherdrink.Hestoodup,hishandkerchieftohislips,witharattlingsoundinhisthroat,weeping,andchokedbysobsthatshookhiswholebody.Felicitewasrunninghitherandthitherintheroom.Homais,motionless,utteredgreatsighs;andMonsieurCanivet,alwaysretaininghisself-command,neverthelessbegantofeeluneasy.

           "Thedevil!yetshehasbeenpurged,andfromthemomentthatthecauseceases"

           "Theeffectmustcease,"saidHomais,"thatisevident."

           "Oh,saveher!"criedBovary.

           And,withoutlisteningtothechemist,whowasstillventuringthehypothesis,"Itisperhapsasalutaryparoxysm,"Canivetwasabouttoadministersometheriac,whentheyheardthecrackingofawhip;allthewindowsrattled,andapost-chaisedrawnbythreehorsesabreast,uptotheirearsinmud,droveatagalloproundthecornerofthemarket.ItwasDoctorLariviere.

           Theapparitionofagodwouldnothavecausedmorecommotion.Bovaryraisedhishands;Canivetstoppedshort;andHomaispulledoffhisskull-caplongbeforethedoctorhadcomein.

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