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Madame Bovary
Contributor(s): Marx-Aveling, Eleanor (Translator), Flaubert, Gustave (Author)

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 ISBN: 1499132034     ISBN-13: 9781499132038
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
OUR PRICE: $8.54  

Binding Type: Paperback - See All Available Formats & Editions
Published: April 2014
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Additional Information
BISAC Categories:
- Fiction | Classics
Dewey: FIC
Lexile Measure: 920(Not Available)
Physical Information: 0.38" H x 6" W x 9" L (0.54 lbs) 178 pages
Themes:
- Cultural Region - French
Accelerated Reader Info
Quiz #: 167218
Reading Level: 8.1   Interest Level: Upper Grades   Point Value: 27.0
 
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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 so as to have our hands more free; we used from the door to toss them under the form, so that they hit against the wall and made a lot of dust: it was "the thing."
 
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