Reading Madame Bovary
Issue #142
Winter 2019-20
That afternoon, Bovary went to the apothecary’s closet, fumbling for arsenic to draw out her black bile, make her mouth a hole. She waited hours for the worst of it, the shearing of her dark lovely hair— though for many...
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