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Chapter 1

           But,peaceablebynature,theladansweredonlypoorlytohisnotions.Hismotheralwayskepthimnearher;shecutoutcardboardforhim,toldhimtales,entertainedhimwithendlessmonologuesfullofmelancholygaietyandcharmingnonsense.Inherlife’sisolationshecenteredonthechild’sheadallhershattered,brokenlittlevanities.Shedreamedofhighstation;shealreadysawhim,tall,handsome,clever,settledasanengineerorinthelaw.Shetaughthimtoread,andeven,onanoldpiano,shehadtaughthimtwoorthreelittlesongs.ButtoallthisMonsieurBovary,caringlittleforletters,said,"Itwasnotworthwhile.Wouldtheyeverhavethemeanstosendhimtoapublicschool,tobuyhimapractice,orstarthiminbusiness?Besides,withcheekamanalwaysgetsonintheworld."MadameBovarybitherlips,andthechildknockedaboutthevillage.

           Hewentafterthelabourers,droveawaywithclodsofearththeravensthatwereflyingabout.Heateblackberriesalongthehedges,mindedthegeesewithalongswitch,wenthaymakingduringharvest,ranaboutinthewoods,playedhop-scotchunderthechurchporchonrainydays,andatgreatfetesbeggedthebeadletolethimtollthebells,thathemighthangallhisweightonthelongropeandfeelhimselfborneupwardbyitinitsswing.Meanwhilehegrewlikeanoak;hewasstrongonhand,freshofcolour.

           Whenhewastwelveyearsoldhismotherhadherownway;hebeganlessons.Thecuretookhiminhand;butthelessonsweresoshortandirregularthattheycouldnotbeofmuchuse.

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