Госпожа Бовари

Chapter 8

           Thatwomanknewhowtowaltz!Theykeptupalongtime,andtiredoutalltheothers.

           Thentheytalkedafewmomentslonger,andafterthegoodnights,orrathergoodmornings,theguestsofthechateauretiredtobed.

           Charlesdraggedhimselfupbythebalusters.His"kneesweregoingupintohisbody."Hehadspentfiveconsecutivehoursstandingboltuprightatthecardtables,watchingthemplaywhist,withoutunderstandinganythingaboutit,anditwaswithadeepsighofreliefthathepulledoffhisboots.

           Emmathrewashawloverhershoulders,openedthewindow,andleantout.

           Thenightwasdark;somedropsofrainwerefalling.Shebreathedinthedampwindthatrefreshedhereyelids.Themusicoftheballwasstillmurmuringinherears.Andshetriedtokeepherselfawakeinordertoprolongtheillusionthatthisluxuriouslifethatshewouldsoonhavetogiveup.

           Daybegantobreak.Shelookedlongatthewindowsofthechateau,tryingtoguesswhichweretheroomsofallthoseshehadnoticedtheeveningbefore.Shewouldfainhaveknowntheirlives,havepenetrated,blendedwiththem.Butshewasshiveringwithcold.Sheundressed,andcowereddownbetweenthesheetsagainstCharles,whowasasleep.

           Therewereagreatmanypeopletoluncheon.Therepastlastedtenminutes;noliqueurswereserved,whichastonishedthedoctor.

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