Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 3

           "Domakehaste,MereRollet!"

           "Well,"thelattercontinued,makingacurtsey,"ifitweren’taskingtoomuch,"andshecurtsiedoncemore,"ifyouwould"andhereyesbegged"ajarofbrandy,"shesaidatlast,"andI’drubyourlittleone’sfeetwithit;they’reastenderasone’stongue."

           Onceridofthenurse,EmmaagaintookMonsieurLeon’sarm.Shewalkedfastforsometime,thenmoreslowly,andlookingstraightinfrontofher,hereyesrestedontheshoulderoftheyoungman,whosefrock-coathadablack-velvetycollar.Hisbrownhairfelloverit,straightandcarefullyarranged.ShenoticedhisnailswhichwerelongerthanoneworethematYonville.Itwasoneoftheclerk’schiefoccupationstotrimthem,andforthispurposehekeptaspecialknifeinhiswritingdesk.

           TheyreturnedtoYonvillebythewater-side.Inthewarmseasonthebank,widerthanatothertimes,showedtotheirfootthegardenwallswhenceafewstepsledtotheriver.Itflowednoiselessly,swift,andcoldtotheeye;long,thingrasseshuddledtogetherinitasthecurrentdrovethem,andspreadthemselvesuponthelimpidwaterlikestreaminghair;sometimesatthetipofthereedsorontheleafofawater-lilyaninsectwithfinelegscrawledorrested.Thesunpiercedwitharaythesmallbluebubblesofthewavesthat,breaking,followedeachother;branchlessoldwillowsmirroredtheirgreybacksinthewater;beyond,allaround,themeadowsseemedempty.

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