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  1  I, 1  |            daughter who had fallen in love with his good looks. A fine
  2  I, 1  |             and, finally, how to make love.~Thanks to these preparatory
  3  I, 1  |            medicine and a little more love.~
  4  I, 2  |                in a great outburst of love. He obeyed then, but the
  5  I, 2  |           gave him a sort of right to love her. And then the widow
  6  I, 5  |       marriage she thought herself in love; but the happiness that
  7  I, 5  |             should have followed this love not having come, she must,
  8  I, 6  |            her. She knew by heart the love songs of the last century,
  9  I, 6  |               her work. They were all love, lovers, sweethearts, persecuted
 10  I, 6  |          Scott, later on, she fell in love with historical events,
 11  I, 7  |             the favorite; but now the love of Charles for Emma seemed
 12  I, 7  |             wanted to make herself in love with him. By moonlight in
 13  I, 9  |           pensive worker. A breath of love had passed over the stitches
 14  I, 9  |        delicacy of sentiment. Did not love, like Indian plants, need
 15 II, 2  |                he said, “I especially love the poets. I think verse
 16 II, 4  |               I don’t believe he’s in love with your servant!”~But
 17 II, 4  |              gave a dying fall in the love passages. But the noise
 18 II, 4  |            herself whether she loved. Love, she thought, must come
 19 II, 5  |                charming! Is he not in love?” she asked herself; “but
 20 II, 5  |              said nothing. She was in love with Leon, and sought solitude
 21 II, 5  |              more Emma recognised her love, the more she crushed it
 22 II, 6  |             Saint-Germain who fall in love with them, which subsequently
 23 II, 7  |               been piled up too much. Love, little by little, was quelled
 24 II, 7  |            woman! She is gaping after love like a carp after water
 25 II, 8  |               you think?”~“Are you in love?” she asked, coughing a
 26 II, 8  |               life, if I had met some love, if I had found someone!
 27 II, 8  |              will come together, will love; for fate has decreed it,
 28 II, 8  |          along the walls, and days of love unrolled to all infinity
 29 II, 9  |            impatience to see me again love me more. Let’s go on with
 30 II, 9  |               good!” she said.~“No, I love you, that is all! You do
 31 II, 9  |          began speaking to her of his love. He did not begin by frightening
 32 II, 9  |             was to know those joys of love, that fever of happiness
 33 II, 9  |            now she triumphed, and the love so long pent up burst forth
 34 II, 9  |               your dress is damp.”~“I love you,” she answered, throwing
 35 II, 10 |          possession of her. At first, love had intoxicated her; and
 36 II, 10 |          together they approve of our love.”~But she was so pretty.
 37 II, 10 |              such ingenuousness. This love without debauchery was a
 38 II, 10 |              mad, so that their great love, which engrossed her life,
 39 II, 10 | lifemaidenhood, her marriage, and her love—thus constantly losing them
 40 II, 10 |        rushing to embrace her. “How I love you, my poor child! How
 41 II, 10 |             you, my poor child! How I love you!”~Then noticing that
 42 II, 10 |           better to have been able to love him? But he gave her no
 43 II, 11 |             something more solid than love.~Charles, urged by the druggist
 44 II, 11 |               She had made efforts to love him, and she had repented
 45 II, 11 |               know well enough that I love you. Come!”~“Enough!” she
 46 II, 12 |          Chapter Twelve~They began to love one another again. Often,
 47 II, 12 |          about so simple an affair as love. She had a motive, a reason,
 48 II, 12 |             eternal question—~“Do you love me?”~“Why, of course I love
 49 II, 12 |           love me?”~“Why, of course I love you,” he answered.~“A great
 50 II, 12 |           puns.~“Oh,” she went on, “I love you! I love you so that
 51 II, 12 |               went on, “I love you! I love you so that I could not
 52 II, 12 |              torn by all the anger of love. I ask myself, Where is
 53 II, 12 |            some more beautiful, but I love you best. I know how to
 54 II, 12 |               you best. I know how to love best. I am your servant,
 55 II, 12 |        delights to be got out of this love. He thought all modesty
 56 II, 12 |             By the mere effect of her love Madame Bovary’s manners
 57 II, 12 |            suffered for four years. A love like ours ought to show
 58 II, 12 |          country; I will tend, I will love you!”~“How sweet you are!”
 59 II, 12 |             voluptuous laugh. “Do you love me? Swear it then!”~“Do
 60 II, 12 |             me? Swear it then!”~“Do I love you—love you? I adore you,
 61 II, 12 |              it then!”~“Do I love you—love you? I adore you, my love.”~
 62 II, 12 |             love you? I adore you, my love.”~The moon, full and purple-coloured,
 63 II, 12 |            all the pleasures of their love, came back to him. For a
 64 II, 13 |              were some that asked for love, others that asked for money.
 65 II, 13 |         reduced to a uniform level of love that equalised them all.
 66 II, 13 |       together very coldly of our old love. Adieu!”~And there was a
 67 II, 14 |          would be annihilated in that love like a burning incense that
 68 II, 14 |            still greater joys—another love beyond all loves, without
 69 II, 14 |            escaped from this embalmed love, that, penetrating through
 70 II, 14 |             had no suspicion that the love vanished from her life was
 71 II, 14 |                Then suddenly—~“So you love him?” she said.~And without
 72 II, 15 |               bravely. She plained of love; she longed for wings. Emma,
 73 II, 15 |           mended boats, had fallen in love with him. She had ruined
 74 II, 15 |               had loved her with such love. He had not wept like Edgar
 75 II, 15 |               came on before said, ‘I love Lucie and she loves me!’
 76 II, 15 |            must have an inexhaustible love to lavish it upon the crowd
 77 II, 15 |              as in the incarnation of love itself, and to say to him,
 78 II, 15 |            the fireside—all that poor love, so calm and so protracted,
 79 III, 1 |                Forget me! Others will love you; you will love them.”~“
 80 III, 1 |               will love you; you will love them.”~“Not as you!” he
 81 III, 1 |            the impossibility of their love, and that they must remain,
 82 III, 1 |           shade the confession of her love; the windows shone resplendent
 83 III, 1 |             it seemed to him that his love, that for nearly two hours
 84 III, 2 |             and open mouth.~“CONJUGAL—LOVE!” he said, slowly separating
 85 III, 2 |         disturb the meditation on her love, that, do what she would,
 86 III, 5 |               she fancied theirs. Her love grew in the presence of
 87 III, 5 |                child.” “Child, do you love me?”~And she did not listen
 88 III, 5 |              of a summer day Dream of love, and of love always”~And
 89 III, 5 |             day Dream of love, and of love always”~And all the rest
 90 III, 5 |           gratitude. Emma tasted this love in a discreet, absorbed
 91 III, 5 |               which she enveloped her love as in veils to hide it.
 92 III, 5 |             she replied—~“No, no! You love her better than me, and
 93 III, 5 |              verses “for herself,” a “love poem” in honour of her.
 94 III, 6 |           Bovary’s, you’re not making love to—”~“To whom?”~“The servant!”~
 95 III, 6 |               disparaging of those we love always alienates us from
 96 III, 6 |              of matters outside their love, and in the letters that
 97 III, 6 |        victory. He even strove not to love her; then, when he heard
 98 III, 6 |              think only of ourselves; love me!”~She would have liked
 99 III, 6 |               ineffable sentiments of love that she had tried to figure
100 III, 6 |             off as the others.~“Yet I love him,” she said to herself.~
101 III, 6 |              longed for some princely love. She thought of him, of
102 III, 6 |            fantastically in depths of love, wrote to Lawyer Dubocage,
103 III, 6 |               dozed to the sound of a love whose delicacies he no longer
104 III, 6 |              less went on writing him love letters, in virtue of the
105 III, 6 |             these transports of vague love wearied her more than great
106 III, 6 |          purveyor and banker, for the love of God? Now be just. I must
107 III, 7 |            her.~“Go, try, try! I will love you so!”~He went out, and
108 III, 7 |                less profound than her love; and she walked on weeping
109 III, 7 |              For pity’s sake, stay. I love you!”~He seized her by her
110 III, 7 |     embroidered slippers. They were a love gift, and the sight of them
111 III, 7 |             single moment, their lost love. So she set out towards
112 III, 8 |               an amorous kitten—~“You love others, confess it! Oh,
113 III, 8 |           have everything to make one love you. But we’ll begin again,
114 III, 8 |              again, won’t we? We will love one another. See! I am laughing;
115 III, 8 |           this was an outburst of her love. As she did not speak, he
116 III, 8 |             was imbecile and cruel. I love you. I will love you always.
117 III, 8 |             cruel. I love you. I will love you always. What is it.
118 III, 8 |              the winds that blow upon love, the coldest and most destructive.~
119 III, 8 |    liqueur-stand in his room! For you love yourself; you live well.
120 III, 8 |              you swore an eternity of love! You made me believe you;
121 III, 8 |              She suffered only in her love, and felt her soul passing
122 III, 8 |              she went on quickly in a love voice; in a sweet, melting
123 III, 8 |               she was confessing more love for him than ever. And he
124 III, 8 |            their art with a fanatical love, exercised it with enthusiasm
125 III, 8 |          strength the fullest kiss of love that she had ever given.
126 III, 8 |              of a summer day Dream of love and of love always”~Emma
127 III, 8 |              day Dream of love and of love always”~Emma raised herself
128 III, 9 |                 Leave me! You did not love her. Go!”~The priest took
129 III, 11|          public, guided always by the love of progress and the hate
130 III, 11|             clung more closely to the love of his child. She made him
131 III, 11|               youth beneath the vague love influences that filled his