Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 9

           Thenhefeltsomewhatstifledbytheover-heavyatmosphereoftheroom;heopenedthewindow;thisawokethechemist.

           "Come,takeapinchofsnuff,"hesaidtohim."Takeit;it’llrelieveyou."

           Acontinualbarkingwasheardinthedistance."Doyouhearthatdoghowling?"saidthechemist.

           "Theysmellthedead,"repliedthepriest."It’slikebees;theyleavetheirhivesonthedeceaseofanyperson."

           Homaismadenoremarkupontheseprejudices,forhehadagaindroppedasleep.MonsieurBournisien,strongerthanhe,wentonmovinghislipsgentlyforsometime,theninsensiblyhischinsankdown,heletfallhisbigblackboot,andbegantosnore.

           Theysatoppositeoneanother,withprotrudingstomachs,puffed-upfaces,andfrowninglooks,aftersomuchdisagreementunitingatlastinthesamehumanweakness,andtheymovednomorethanthecorpsebytheirside,thatseemedtobesleeping.

           Charlescomingindidnotwakethem.Itwasthelasttime;hecametobidherfarewell.

           Thearomaticherbswerestillsmoking,andspiralsofbluishvapourblendedatthewindow-sashwiththefogthatwascomingin.Therewerefewstars,andthenightwaswarm.Thewaxofthecandlesfellingreatdropsuponthesheetsofthebed.Charleswatchedthemburn,tiringhiseyesagainsttheglareoftheiryellowflame.

           Thewateringonthesatingownshimmeredwhiteasmoonlight.

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