madame bovary(包法利夫人)-第62章

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The　town　was　then　awakening。　Shop…boys　in　caps　were　cleaning　up
the　shop…fronts；　and　women　with　baskets　against　their　hips；　at
intervals　uttered　sonorous　cries　at　the　corners　of　streets。　She
walked　with　downcast　eyes；　close　to　the　walls；　and　smiling　with
pleasure　under　her　lowered　black　veil。
For　fear　of　being　seen；　she　did　not　usually　take　the　most　direct
road。　She　plunged　into　dark　alleys；　and；　all　perspiring；　reached
the　bottom　of　the　Rue　Nationale；　near　the　fountain　that　stands
there。　It；　is　the　quarter　for　theatres；　public…houses；　and
whores。　Often　a　cart　would　pass　near　her；　bearing　some　shaking
scenery。　Waiters　in　aprons　were　sprinkling　sand　on　the　flagstones
between　green　shrubs。　It　all　smelt　of　absinthe；　cigars；　and
oysters。
She　turned　down　a　street；　she　recognised　him　by　his　curling　hair
that　escaped　from　beneath　his　hat。
Leon　walked　along　the　pavement。　She　followed　him　to　the　hotel。　He
went　up；　opened　the　door；　enteredWhat　an　embrace！
Then；　after　the　kisses；　the　words　gushed　forth。　They　told　each
other　the　sorrows　of　the　week；　the　presentiments；　the　anxiety　for
the　letters；　but　now　everything　was　forgotten；　they　gazed　into
each　other's　faces　with　voluptuous　laughs；　and　tender　names。
The　bed　was　large；　of　mahogany；　in　the　shape　of　a　boat。　The
curtains　were　in　red　levantine；　that　hung　from　the　ceiling　and
bulged　out　too　much　towards　the　bell…shaped　bedside；　and　nothing
in　the　world　was　so　lovely　as　her　brown　head　and　white　skin
standing　out　against　this　purple　colour；　when；　with　a　movement　of
shame；　she　crossed　her　bare　arms；　hiding　her　face　in　her　hands。
The　warm　room；　with　its　discreet　carpet；　its　gay　ornaments；　and
its　calm　light；　seemed　made　for　the　intimacies　of　passion。　The
curtain…rods；　ending　in　arrows；　their　brass　pegs；　and　the　great
balls　of　the　fire…dogs　shone　suddenly　when　the　sun　came　in。　On
the　chimney　between　the　candelabra　there　were　two　of　those　pink
shells　in　which　one　hears　the　murmur　of　the　sea　if　one　holds　them
to　the　ear。
How　they　loved　that　dear　room；　so　full　of　gaiety；　despite　its
rather　faded　splendour！　They　always　found　the　furniture　in　the
same　place；　and　sometimes　hairpins；　that　she　had　forgotten　the
Thursday　before；　under　the　pedestal　of　the　clock。　They　lunched　by
the　fireside　on　a　little　round　table；　inlaid　with　rosewood。　Emma
carved；　put　bits　on　his　plate　with　all　sorts　of　coquettish　ways；
and　she　laughed　with　a　sonorous　and　libertine　laugh　when　the
froth　of　the　champagne　ran　over　from　the　glass　to　the　rings　on
her　fingers。　They　were　so　completely　lost　in　the　possession　of
each　other　that　they　thought　themselves　in　their　own　house；　and
that　they　would　live　there　till　death；　like　two　spouses　eternally
young。　They　said　〃our　room；〃　〃our　carpet；〃　she　even　said　〃my
slippers；〃　a　gift　of　Leon's；　a　whim　she　had　had。　They　were　pink
satin；　bordered　with　swansdown。　When　she　sat　on　his　knees；　her
leg；　then　too　short；　hung　in　the　air；　and　the　dainty　shoe；　that
had　no　back　to　it；　was　held　only　by　the　toes　to　her　bare　foot。
He　for　the　first　time　enjoyed　the　inexpressible　delicacy　of
feminine　refinements。　He　had　never　met　this　grace　of　language；
this　reserve　of　clothing；　these　poses　of　the　weary　dove。　He
admired　the　exaltation　of　her　soul　and　the　lace　on　her　petticoat。
Besides；　was　she　not　〃a　lady〃　and　a　married　womana　real
mistress；　in　fine？
By　the　diversity　of　her　humour；　in　turn　mystical　or　mirthful；
talkative；　taciturn；　passionate；　careless；　she　awakened　in　him　a
thousand　desires；　called　up　instincts　or　memories。　She　was　the
mistress　of　all　the　novels；　the　heroine　of　all　the　dramas；　the
vague　〃she〃　of　all　the　volumes　of　verse。　He　found　again　on　her
shoulder　the　amber　colouring　of　the　〃Odalisque　Bathing〃；　she　had
the　long　waist　of　feudal　chatelaines；　and　she　resembled　the　〃Pale
Woman　of　Barcelona。〃　But　above　all　she　was　the　Angel！
Often　looking　at　her；　it　seemed　to　him　that　his　soul；　escaping
towards　her；　spread　like　a　wave　about　the　outline　of　her　head；
and　descended　drawn　down　into　the　whiteness　of　her　breast。　He
knelt　on　the　ground　before　her；　and　with　both　elbows　on　her　knees
looked　at　her　with　a　smile；　his　face　upturned。
She　bent　over　him；　and　murmured；　as　if　choking　with　intoxication
〃Oh；　do　not　move！　do　not　speak！　look　at　me！　Something　so　sweet
comes　from　your　eyes　that　helps　me　so　much！〃
She　called　him　〃child。〃　〃Child；　do　you　love　me？〃
And　she　did　not　listen　for　his　answer　in　the　haste　of　her　lips
that　fastened　to　his　mouth。
On　the　clock　there　was　a　bronze　cupid；　who　smirked　as　he　bent　his
arm　beneath　a　golden　garland。　They　had　laughed　at　it　many　a　time；
but　when　they　had　to　part　everything　seemed　serious　to　them。
Motionless　in　front　of　each　other；　they　kept　repeating；　〃Till
Thursday；　till　Thursday。〃
Suddenly　she　seized　his　head　between　her　hands；　kissed　him
hurriedly　on　the　forehead；　crying；　〃Adieu！〃　and　rushed　down　the
stairs。
She　went　to　a　hairdresser's　in　the　Rue　de　la　Comedie　to　have　her
hair　arranged。　Night　fell；　the　gas　was　lighted　in　the　shop。　She
heard　the　bell　at　the　theatre　calling　the　mummers　to　the
performance；　and　she　saw；　passing　opposite；　men　with　white　faces
and　women　in　faded　gowns　going　in　at　the　stage…door。
It　was　hot　in　the　room；　small；　and　too　low　where　the　stove　was
hissing　in　the　midst　of　wigs　and　pomades。　The　smell　of　the　tongs；
together　with　the　greasy　hands　that　handled　her　head；　soon
stunned　her；　and　she　dozed　a　little　in　her　wrapper。　Often；　as　he
did　her　hair；　the　man　offered　her　tickets　for　a　masked　ball。
Then　she　went　away。　She　went　up　the　streets；　reached　the
Croix…Rouge；　put　on　her　overshoes；　that　she　had　hidden　in　the
morning　under　the　seat；　and　sank　into　her　place　among　the
impatient　passengers。　Some　got　out　at　the　foot　of　the　hill。　She
remained　alone　in　the　carriage。　At　every　turning　all　the　lights
of　the　town　were　seen　more　and　more　completely；　making　a　great
luminous　vapour　about　the　dim　houses。　Emma　knelt　on　the　cushions
and　her　eyes　wandered　over　the　dazzling　light。　She　sobbed；　called
on　Leon；　sent　him　tender　words　and　kisses　lost　in　the　wind。
On　the　hillside　a　poor　devil　wandered　about　with　his　stick　in　the
midst　of　the　diligences。　A　mass　of　rags　covered　his　shoulders；
and　an　old　staved…in　beaver；　turned　out　like　a　basin；　hid　his
face；　but　when　he　took　it　off　he　discovered　in　the　place　of
eyelids　empty　and　bloody　orbits。　The　flesh　hung　in　red　shreds；
and　there　flowed　from　it　liquids　that　congealed　into　green　scale
down　to　the　nose；　whose　black　nostrils　sniffed　convulsively。　To
speak　to　you　he　threw　back　his　head　with　an　idiotic　laugh；　then
his　bluish　eyeballs；　rolling　constantly；　at　the　temples　beat
against　the　edge　of　the　open　wound。　He　sang　a　little　song　as　he
followed　the　carriages
〃Maids　an　the　warmth　of　a　summer　day
Dream　of　love；　and　of　love　always〃
And　all　the　rest　was　about　birds　and　sunshine　and　green　leaves。
Sometimes　he　appeared　suddenly　behind　Emma；　bareheaded；　and　she
drew　back　with　a　cry。　Hivert　made　fun　of　him。　He　would　advise　him
to　get　a　booth　at　the　Saint　Romain　fair；　or　else　ask　him；
laughing；　how　his　young　woman　was。
Often　they　had　started　when；　with　a　sudden　movement；　his　hat
entered　the　diligence　through　the　small　window；　while　he　clung
with　his　other　arm　to　the　footboard；　between　the　wheels　splashing
mud。　His　voice；　feeble　at　first　and　quavering；　grew　sharp；　it
resounded　in　the　night　like　the　indistinct　moan　of　a　vague
distress；　and　through　the　ringing　of　the　bells；　the　murmur　of　the
trees；　and　the　rumbling　of　the　empty　vehicle；　it　had　a　far…off
sound　that　disturbed　Emma。　It　went　to　the　bottom　of　her　soul；
like　a　whirlwind　in　an　abyss；　and　carried　her　away　into　the
distances　of　a　boundless　melancholy。　But　Hivert；　noticing　a
weight　behind；　gave　the　blind　man　sharp　cuts　with　his　whip。　The
thong　lashed　his　wounds；　and　he　fell　back　into　the　mud　with　a
yell。　Then　the；　passengers　in　the　〃Hirondelle〃　ended　by　falling
asleep；　some　with　open　mouths；　others　with　lowered　chins；　leaning
against　their　neighbour's　shoulder；　or　with　their　arm　passed
through　the　strap；　oscillating　regularly　with　the　jolting　of　the
carriage；　and　the　reflection　of　the　lantern　swinging　without；　on
the　crupper　of　the　wheeler；　penetrating　i