Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 10

           Charlesfeltinclinedtogetupandputthemout.

           Yethetriedtostirhimselftoafeelingofdevotion,tothrowhimselfintothehopeofafuturelifeinwhichheshouldseeheragain.Heimaginedtohimselfshehadgoneonalongjourney,faraway,foralongtime.Butwhenhethoughtofherlyingthere,andthatallwasover,thattheywouldlayherintheearth,hewasseizedwithafierce,gloomy,despairfulrage.Attimeshethoughthefeltnothingmore,andheenjoyedthislullinhispain,whilstatthesametimehereproachedhimselfforbeingawretch.

           Thesharpnoiseofaniron-ferruledstickwasheardonthestones,strikingthematirregularintervals.Itcamefromtheendofthechurch,andstoppedshortattheloweraisles.Amaninacoarsebrownjacketkneltdownpainfully.ItwasHippolyte,thestable-boyatthe"Liond’Or."Hehadputonhisnewleg.

           Oneofthechoristerswentroundthenavemakingacollection,andthecopperschinkedoneaftertheotheronthesilverplate.

           "Oh,makehaste!Iaminpain!"criedBovary,angrilythrowinghimafive-francpiece.Thechurchmanthankedhimwithadeepbow.

           Theysang,theyknelt,theystoodup;itwasendless!Herememberedthatonce,intheearlytimes,theyhadbeentomasstogether,andtheyhadsatdownontheotherside,ontheright,bythewall.Thebellbeganagain.Therewasagreatmovingofchairs;thebearersslippedtheirthreestavesunderthecoffin,andeveryoneleftthechurch.

           ThenJustinappearedatthedooroftheshop.Hesuddenlywentinagain,pale,staggering.

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