Hopper Ground Swell painting

Bastida El bano del caballo [The Horse's Bath] painting
Hopper Ground Swell painting
Ah!” she said to herself, “he carried a knife in his pocket like a peasant.”
The hoar-frost was falling, and they turned back to Yonville.
In the evening Madame Bovary did not go to her neighbour’s, and when Charles had left and she felt herself alone, the comparison re-began with the clearness of a sensation almost actual, and with that lengthening of perspective which memory gives to things. Looking from her bed at the clean fire that was burning, she still saw, as she had down there, Leon standing up with one hand behind his cane, and with the other holding Athalie, who was quietly sucking a piece of ice. She thought him charming; she could not tear herself away from him; she recalled his other attitudes on other days, the words he had spoken, the sound of his voice, his whole person; and she repeated, pouting out her lips as if for a kiss—
“Yes, charming! charming! Is he not in love?” she asked herself; “but with whom? With me?”