Bovary was far away. He was walking with great strides along by the wall, near the espalier, and he ground his teeth; he raised to heaven looks of malediction, but not so much as a leaf stirred.

包法利已经走远了。 他挨着墙边的果树大步走着，咬牙切齿，抬头望天，露出了诅咒的神气，但连一片树叶也没有惊动。