Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 3

           Atnighttheyreturned.Theboatglidedalongtheshoresoftheislands.Theysatatthebottom,bothhiddenbytheshade,insilence.Thesquareoarsrangintheironthwarts,and,inthestillness,seemedtomarktime,likethebeatingofametronome,whileatthesterntherudderthattrailedbehindneverceaseditsgentlesplashagainstthewater.

           Oncethemoonrose;theydidnotfailtomakefinephrases,findingtheorbmelancholyandfullofpoetry.Sheevenbegantosing

           "Onenight,doyouremember,weweresailing,"etc.

           Hermusicalbutweakvoicediedawayalongthewaves,andthewindscarriedoffthetrillsthatLeonheardpassliketheflappingofwingsabouthim.

           Shewasoppositehim,leaningagainstthepartitionoftheshallop,throughoneofwhoseraisedblindsthemoonstreamedin.Herblackdress,whosedraperyspreadoutlikeafan,madeherseemmoreslender,taller.Herheadwasraised,herhandsclasped,hereyesturnedtowardsheaven.Attimestheshadowofthewillowshidhercompletely;thenshereappearedsuddenly,likeavisioninthemoonlight.

           Leon,onthefloorbyherside,foundunderhishandaribbonofscarletsilk.Theboatmanlookedatit,andatlastsaid

           "PerhapsitbelongstothepartyItookouttheotherday.Alotofjollyfolk,gentlemenandladies,withcakes,champagne,cornetseverythinginstyle!Therewasoneespecially,atallhandsomemanwithsmallmoustaches,whowasthatfunny!Andtheyallkeptsaying,‘Nowtellussomething,AdolpheDolpe,’Ithink."

           Sheshivered

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