Used book – Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert, Maurice Nadeau

Never was Madame Bovary more beautiful than at this period... Her desires, her sorrows, the experience of pleasure and her ever-youthful illusions, like manure, rain, wind, and sun to flowers, had gradually developed her, and she was at last blossoming in the fullness of her nature. Her eyelids seemed to have been designed expressly for her long, amorous glances in which her pupil lost itself, while a strong breath parted her thin nostrils and raised the fleshy corner of her lips, which a little dark down shadowed in the light.