Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 9

           Thenshewentupagain,shutherdoor,putoncoals,andfaintingwiththeheatofthehearth,feltherboredomweighmoreheavilythanever.Shewouldhaveliketogodownandtalktotheservant,butasenseofshamerestrainedher.

           Everydayatthesametimetheschoolmasterinablackskullcapopenedtheshuttersofhishouse,andtheruralpoliceman,wearinghissabreoverhisblouse,passedby.Nightandmorningthepost-horses,threebythree,crossedthestreettowateratthepond.Fromtimetotimethebellofapublichousedoorrang,andwhenitwaswindyonecouldhearthelittlebrassbasinsthatservedassignsforthehairdresser’sshopcreakingontheirtworods.Thisshophadasdecorationanoldengravingofafashion-platestuckagainstawindowpaneandthewaxbustofawomanwithyellowhair.He,too,thehairdresser,lamentedhiswastedcalling,hishopelessfuture,anddreamingofsomeshopinabigtownatRouen,forexample,overlookingtheharbour,nearthetheatrehewalkedupanddownalldayfromthemairietothechurch,sombreandwaitingforcustomers.WhenMadameBovarylookedup,shealwayssawhimthere,likeasentinelonduty,withhisskullcapoverhisearsandhisvestoflasting.

           Sometimesintheafternoonoutsidethewindowofherroom,theheadofamanappeared,aswarthyheadwithblackwhiskers,smilingslowly,withabroad,gentlesmilethatshowedhiswhiteteeth.

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