Spoke
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More intense than on land, more abundant, more infinite, such life blooms in every part of this ocean, an element fatal to man, they say, but vital to myriads of animals--and to me!"When Captain Nemo
spoke
in this way, he was transfigured, and he filled me with extraordinary excitement.
As he spoke, Captain Nemo seemed deeply moved, an emotion I felt was to his credit.
As I spoke, I tried to sound more confident than I really felt.
First they
spoke
of the patient, then of the weather, of the great cold, of the wolves that infested the fields at night.
Thinking it his duty to heap the greatest attention upon the doctor because of his sad position, he begged him not to take his hat off,
spoke
to him in an undertone as if he had been ill, and even pretended to be angry because nothing rather lighter had been prepared for him than for the others, such as a little clotted cream or stewed pears.
She
spoke
to him, too, of her mother, of the country, and even showed him the bed in the garden where, on the first Friday of every month, she gathered flowers to put on her mother's tomb.
And, according to what she was saying, her voice was clear, sharp, or, on a sudden all languor, drawn out in modulations that ended almost in murmurs as she
spoke
to herself, now joyous, opening big naive eyes, then with her eyelids half closed, her look full of boredom, her thoughts wandering.
When they had a neighbour to dinner on Sundays, she managed to have some tasty dish—piled up pyramids of greengages on vine leaves, served up preserves turned out into plates—and even
spoke
of buying finger-glasses for dessert.
Then noting the melancholy face of the graceful animal, who yawned slowly, she softened, and comparing her to herself,
spoke
to her aloud as to somebody in trouble whom one is consoling.
Some of the inhabitants of Yonville came out into the square; they all
spoke
at once, asking for news, for explanations, for hampers.
As Charles, however,
spoke
of the boy at every meal, she soon began to think of him more consecutively.
It was the dinner-hour at the farms, and the young woman and her companion heard nothing as they walked but the fall of their steps on the earth of the path, the words they spoke, and the sound of Emma's dress rustling round her.
As to the chemist's spouse, she was the best wife in Normandy, gentle as a sheep, loving her children, her father, her mother, her cousins, weeping for other's woes, letting everything go in her household, and detesting corsets; but so slow of movement, such a bore to listen to, so common in appearance, and of such restricted conversation, that although she was thirty, he only twenty, although they slept in rooms next each other and he
spoke
to her daily, he never thought that she might be a woman for another, or that she possessed anything else of her sex than the gown.
He called Madame Homais, Monsieur Homais, Justin, the children, the cook; he
spoke
of it to his chief; every one wanted to see this rug.
"But those," replied Emma, and the corners of her mouth twitched as she spoke, "those, Monsieur le Cure, who have bread and have no—""Fire in the winter," said the priest.
Emma's gesture, however, had only been meant for a warning; for Monsieur Lheureux was accompanying them, and
spoke
now and again as if to enter into the conversation.
Then he
spoke
of the condition of the peasants.
She often
spoke
to him of the evening chimes, of the voices of nature.
Charles was there; she saw him; he
spoke
to her; she heard nothing, and she went on quickly up the stairs, breathless, distraught, dumb, and ever holding this horrible piece of paper, that crackled between her fingers like a plate of sheet-iron.
The theatre rang with cheers; they recommenced the entire movement; the lovers
spoke
of the flowers on their tomb, of vows, exile, fate, hopes; and when they uttered the final adieu, Emma gave a sharp cry that mingled with the vibrations of the last chords.
First they
spoke
of her illness, although Emma interrupted Charles from time to time, for fear, she said, of boring Monsieur Leon; and the latter told them that he had come to spend two years at Rouen in a large office, in order to get practice in his profession, which was different in Normandy and Paris.
They no longer spoke, but they felt as they looked upon each other a buzzing in their heads, as if something sonorous had escaped from the fixed eyes of each of them.
They even
spoke
to Bovary about it.
I
spoke
to her about you, and she doesn't know you."
They gradually came to talking more frequently of matters outside their love, and in the letters that Emma wrote him she
spoke
of flowers, verses, the moon and the stars, naive resources of a waning passion striving to keep itself alive by all external aids.
She came nearer to him, her breast heaving; they no longer
spoke.
"But where is she?" continued Madame Caron, for she had disappeared whilst they spoke; then catching sight of her going up the Grande Rue, and turning to the right as if making for the cemetery, they were lost in conjectures.
He
spoke
to her; she did not answer.
They ranged themselves all round; and while the priest spoke, the red soil thrown up at the sides kept noiselessly slipping down at the corners.
They
spoke
of the days of the past and of the future.
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