Madame Bovary

a small collar, a bridle, and a black leather cap, and on the floor, in a corner, were a pair of legging

mantelpiece a clock with a head of Hippocrates shone resplendent between two plate candlesticks under oval shades. On the other side of the passage was Charles's consulting room, a little room about six paces wide, with a table, t

saw patients, just as in the kitchen one could hear the people

now used as a wood-house, cellar, and pantry, full of old rubbish, of empty casks, agricult

the field. In the middle was a slate sundial on a brick pedestal; four flower beds with eglantines surrounded symmetrically

near the window a bouquet of orange blossoms tied with white satin ribbons stood in a bottle. It was a bride's bouquet; it was the other one's. She looked at it. Charles noticed it; he took it and carried it up to th

rcase repainted, and seats made in the garden round the sundial; she even inquired how she could get a basin with a jet fountain and fishes. Finally her husban

were, depths of different colours, that, darker in the centre, grew paler towards the surface of the eye. His own eyes lost themselves in these depths; he saw himself in miniature down to the shoulders, with his handkerchief round his head and the top of his shirt open. He rose. She came to the window to see him off, and stayed leaning on the sill between two pots of geranium, clad in her dressing gown hanging loosely about her. Charles, in the street buckled his spurs, his foot on the mounting stone, while she talked to him from above, picking with her mouth some scrap of flower or leaf that she blew out at him. Then this, eddying, floating, described semicircles in the a

fs? Later on, when he studied medicine, and never had his purse full enough to treat some little work-girl who would have become his mistress? Afterwards, he had lived fourteen months with the widow, whose feet in bed were cold as icicles. But now he had for life this beautiful woman whom he adored. F

sses with all his mouth on her cheeks, or else little kisses in a row all along her bare arm from the tip of her

t having come, she must, she thought, have been mistaken. And Emma tried to find out what one meant e