Death of Emma Bovary:
In fact, she looked around her slowly, as one
awakening from a dream;
Then in a distinct voice she asked for her mirror,
and remained bent over it for some time, until big tears fell from
her eyes. Then she turned away her head with a sigh and fell back
upon the pillows.
Her chest soon began heaving rapidly; the whole of
her tongue protruded from her mouth; her eyes rolled, grew paler,
like the two globes of a lamp that is going out, so that one might
have thought her already dead but for the fearful labouring of her
ribs, shaken by violent breathing, as if the soul were struggling to
free itself. Felicite knelt down before the crucifix, the pharmacist
himself slightly bent on his knees, while Monsieur Canivet looked
out vaguely at the Square. Bournisien has resumed his praying, his
face bowed against the edge of the bed, his long black cassock
trailing behind him in the room. Charles was on the other side, on
his knees, his arms outstretched towards Emma. He had taken her
hands and pressed them, shuttering at every heartbeat, as at the
tremors of a falling ruin. As the death-rattle became stronger the
priest prayed faster; his prayers mingled with Bovary’s stifled
sobs, and sometimes all seemed lost in the muffled murmur of the
Latin syllables that sounded like a tolling bell.
Suddenly from the pavement outside came the loud
noise of wooden shoes and the clattering of a stick; and a voice
rose — a raucous voice — that sang
Often the heat of a
Makes a young girl dream
her heart away.
Emma raised herself like a galvanized corpse, her
hair streaming, her eyes fixed, staring.
To gather up all the
Of wheat left by the
scythe’s cold swing.
Nanette bends over as she
Toward the furrows from
where they spring.
"The blind man!" she cried.
And Emma began to laugh, an atrocious, frantic,
desperate laugh, thinking she saw the hideous face of the poor
wretch loom out of the eternal darkness like a menace.
The wind blew very hard that day
It blew her petticoat away.
A final spasm threw her back upon the mattress. They all drew
near. She had ceased to exist.