Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 1

           Thenhelashedhisperspiringjadesafresh,butindifferenttotheirjolting,runningupagainstthingshereandthere,notcaringifhedid,demoralised,andalmostweepingwiththirst,fatigue,anddepression.

           Andontheharbour,inthemidstofthedraysandcasks,andinthestreets,atthecorners,thegoodfolkopenedlargewonder-strickeneyesatthissight,soextraordinaryintheprovinces,acabwithblindsdrawn,andwhichappearedthusconstantlyshutmorecloselythanatomb,andtossingaboutlikeavessel.

           Onceinthemiddleoftheday,intheopencountry,justasthesunbeatmostfiercelyagainsttheoldplatedlanterns,abaredhandpassedbeneaththesmallblindsofyellowcanvas,andthrewoutsomescrapsofpaperthatscatteredinthewind,andfartherofflightedlikewhitebutterfliesonafieldofredcloverallinbloom.

           Ataboutsixo’clockthecarriagestoppedinabackstreetoftheBeauvoisineQuarter,andawomangotout,whowalkedwithherveildown,andwithoutturningherhead.

           

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