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Madame Bovary
By Gustave Flaubert
Translated from the French by Eleanor Marx-Aveling
To Marie-Antoine-Jules Senard Member of the Paris Bar, Ex-President of the National
Assembly, and Former Minister of the Interior Dear and Illustrious Friend, Permit me to
inscribe your name at the head of this book, and above its dedication; for it is to you,
before all, that I owe its publication. Reading over your magnificent defence, my work
has acquired for myself, as it were, an unexpected authority.
Accept, then, here, the homage of my gratitude, which, how great soever it is, will never
attain the height of your eloquence and your devotion.
Gustave Flaubert Paris, 12 April 1857

MADAME BOVARY







Chapter One
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Part I






Chapter One
We were in class when the head-master came in, followed by a "new fellow," not
wearing the school uniform, and a school servant carrying a large desk. Those who had
been asleep woke up, and every one rose as if just surprised at his work.
The head-master made a sign to us to sit down. Then, turning to the class-master, he said
to him in a low voice--
"Monsieur Roger, here is a pupil whom I recommend to your care; he'll be in the second.
If his work and conduct are satisfactory, he will go into one of the upper classes, as
becomes his age."
The "new fellow," standing in the corner behind the door so that he could hardly be seen,

was a country lad of about fifteen, and taller than any of us. His hair was cut square on
his forehead like a village chorister's; he looked reliable, but very ill at ease. Although he
was not broad-shouldered, his short school jacket of green cloth with black buttons must
have been tight about the arm-holes, and showed at the opening of the cuffs red wrists
accustomed to being bare. His legs, in blue stockings, looked out from beneath yellow
trousers, drawn tight by braces, He wore stout, ill-cleaned, hob-nailed boots.
We began repeating the lesson. He listened with all his ears, as attentive as if at a sermon,
not daring even to cross his legs or lean on his elbow; and when at two o'clock the bell
rang, the master was obliged to tell him to fall into line with the rest of us.
When we came back to work, we were in the habit of throwing our caps on the ground