Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 9

           Emmawaslostbeneathit;anditseemedtohimthat,spreadingbeyondherownself,sheblendedconfusedlywitheverythingaroundherthesilence,thenight,thepassingwind,thedampodoursrisingfromtheground.

           ThensuddenlyhesawherinthegardenatTostes,onabenchagainstthethornhedge,orelseatRoueninthestreets,onthethresholdoftheirhouse,intheyardatBertaux.Heagainheardthelaughterofthehappyboysbeneaththeapple-trees:theroomwasfilledwiththeperfumeofherhair;andherdressrustledinhisarmswithanoiselikeelectricity.Thedresswasstillthesame.

           Foralongwhilehethusrecalledallhislostjoys,herattitudes,hermovements,thesoundofhervoice.Upononefitofdespairfollowedanother,andevenothers,inexhaustibleasthewavesofanoverflowingsea.

           Aterriblecuriosityseizedhim.Slowly,withthetipsofhisfingers,palpitating,heliftedherveil.Butheutteredacryofhorrorthatawoketheothertwo.

           Theydraggedhimdownintothesitting-room.ThenFelicitecameuptosaythathewantedsomeofherhair.

           "Cutsomeoff,"repliedthedruggist.

           Andasshedidnotdareto,hehimselfsteppedforward,scissorsinhand.Hetrembledsothathepiercedtheskinofthetempleinseveralplaces.Atlast,stiffeninghimselfagainstemotion,Homaisgavetwoorthreegreatcutsatrandomthatleftwhitepatchesamongstthatbeautifulblackhair

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