Part, Chapter

  1 Ded    |         inscribe your name at the head of this book, and above
  2  I, 1  |          ground, or put it on his head. He sat down again and placed
  3  I, 1  |           centered on the child’s head all her shattered, broken
  4  I, 2  |         eyes, the forepart of his head bald, and he wore earrings.
  5  I, 2  |           saltpetre, was a crayon head of Minerva in gold frame,
  6  I, 2  |    slightly with the curve of the head; and, just showing the tip
  7  I, 3  |           bent back to drink, her head thrown back, her lips pouting,
  8  I, 3  |      darning. She worked with her head bent down; she did not speak,
  9  I, 3  |          but the throbbing in his head and the faint clucking of
 10  I, 3  |       were barking. He turned his head towards the Bertaux.~Thinking
 11  I, 4  | chemisette of her bodice with his head.~Two days after the wedding
 12  I, 4  |            and when he turned his head he saw near him, on his
 13  I, 5  |        mantelpiece a clock with a head of Hippocrates shone resplendent
 14  I, 5  |        his handkerchief round his head and the top of his shirt
 15  I, 6  |        whole day. She puzzled her head to find some vow to fulfil.~
 16  I, 6  |          to the wall above Emma’s head lighted up all these pictures
 17  I, 7  |        smoothed the long delicate head, saying, “Come, kiss mistress;
 18  I, 8  |          Madame Bovary turned her head and saw in the garden the
 19  I, 8  |        with an inclination of the head, and began smelling her
 20  I, 8  |           for a moment rested her head upon his breast. And then,
 21  I, 9  |           window of her room, the head of a man appeared, a swarthy
 22  I, 9  |           man appeared, a swarthy head with black whiskers, smiling
 23  I, 9  |         sarabands ran through her head, and, like an Indian dancing
 24  I, 9  |   injustice of God. She leant her head against the walls to weep;
 25 II, 1  |      goldfinch suspended over his head in its wicker cage: this
 26 II, 1  |       knotted over the top of his head with string, showed under
 27 II, 2  |         with the movements of her head the lower part of her face
 28 II, 3  |     ermine on shoulder and cap on head. It was in the morning,
 29 II, 3  |   pleasantries that came into his head. The idea of having begotten
 30 II, 3  |           Charles.~She turned her head away and fainted.~Madame
 31 II, 3  |           that he poured over its head. This mockery of the first
 32 II, 4  |           and without turning his head. But in the twilight, when,
 33 II, 4  |        Moreover, Homais, with his head fuller of recipes than his
 34 II, 4  |           beautiful phrenological head, all marked with figures
 35 II, 5  |       complex calculations in his head that would have frightened
 36 II, 5  |      gallant phrase came into his head, but he did not risk it.~“
 37 II, 5  |           fog that she had in her head, and the doctors could not
 38 II, 6  |           with a heavy tread, his head a little bent over his shoulder,
 39 II, 6  |   beforehand. He furnished in his head an apartment. He would lead
 40 II, 6  |     chimney-piece, with a death’s head on the guitar above them.~
 41 II, 6  |       Bovary.~When he reached the head of the stairs, he stopped,
 42 II, 6  |         he sighed.~She raised her head with a quick movement.~“
 43 II, 6  |         Guillaumin. “Give him his head.” They set out, and Homais
 44 II, 7  |    quadrilles were running in her head, she was full of a gloomy
 45 II, 7  |           under the phrenological head.~Then he wrote to his mother
 46 II, 7  |         ideas she stuffs into her head, and from the idleness in
 47 II, 7  |       peasant walking with a bent head and quite a thoughtful air.~“
 48 II, 7  |         him he looked at him from head to foot.~“Fool!” he said, “
 49 II, 7  |           would have to keep your head then, to reason, show yourself
 50 II, 8  |         between her nostrils. Her head was bent upon her shoulder,
 51 II, 8  |           hair at the back of his head, of a sallow complexion
 52 II, 8  |      groom from the inn, took the head of the horses from the coachman,
 53 II, 8  |        enormous, and shook on his head, and from it an end of his
 54 II, 8  |           the scent of Rodolphe’s head by her side. This sweetness
 55 II, 8  |          her fichu round her bare head.~At this moment the councillor’
 56 II, 9  |         hard that she lowered her head, blushing. He went on—~“
 57 II, 9  |       Rodolphe gave his horse its head; they started together at
 58 II, 9  |        listened to him with bowed head, and stirred the bits of
 59 II, 9  |          tell me?”~She nodded her head in assent; then a quarter
 60 II, 9  |          scarf, knotted round her head, fluttered to the wind in
 61 II, 10 |           her? And she raised her head, looking round as if to
 62 II, 11 |        every evening, holding his head between both hands, plunged
 63 II, 11 |       time turning his perspiring head on the dirty pillow, where
 64 II, 11 |         an affirmative nod of the head when Mere Lefrancois, asked
 65 II, 11 |            shuddering, raised her head in order to find out what
 66 II, 12 |    burning at the thought of that head whose black hair fell in
 67 II, 12 |         much, so that he lost his head and said “What is, it? What
 68 II, 13 |           bureau under the stag’s head that hung as a trophy on
 69 II, 13 |        was whirling in her hollow head; she had but to yield, to
 70 II, 13 |        neck. But turning away her head, Emma said in a broken voice “
 71 II, 13 |            then in the chest, the head, the limbs; she had vomitings,
 72 II, 14 |           halos. Then she let her head fall back, fancying she
 73 II, 14 |         out her comb, shaking her head with a quick movement, and
 74 II, 14 |    quickly germinated in Bovary’s head, for he at once communicated
 75 III, 1 |          dressing-gown, leant her head against the back of the
 76 III, 1 |          behind her, and her bare head was mirrored in the glass
 77 III, 1 |     Madame Bovary turned away her head that he might not see the
 78 III, 1 |     behind her, and Emma with her head bent, he stooped over her
 79 III, 1 |      multiplied.~Then bending his head over her shoulder, he seemed
 80 III, 1 |           and without turning her head.~
 81 III, 2 |        was standing up with bowed head, and the chemist was screaming—~“
 82 III, 2 |        Now and then he raised his head and gave her a long look
 83 III, 2 |   emotions had passed through her head that she no longer remembered
 84 III, 3 |         more slender, taller. Her head was raised, her hands clasped,
 85 III, 5 |      Lefrancois, who, passing her head and nightcap through a grating,
 86 III, 5 |        was so lovely as her brown head and white skin standing
 87 III, 5 |          about the outline of her head, and descended drawn down
 88 III, 5 |           Suddenly she seized his head between her hands, kissed
 89 III, 5 |     greasy hands that handled her head, soon stunned her, and she
 90 III, 5 |          to you he threw back his head with an idiotic laugh; then
 91 III, 5 |        quickly, protesting by the head of her child that “nothing
 92 III, 5 |      papers, and at last lost her head so completely that Charles
 93 III, 5 |    thousand francs.~She bowed her head. He went on—~“But if you
 94 III, 5 |     streets with him carrying her head high, without fear, so she
 95 III, 5 |          at all. Charles lost his head with anxiety, and little
 96 III, 6 |        Besides, he was soon to be head clerk; it was time to settle
 97 III, 6 |         eat; she ate nothing. Her head was on fire, her eyes smarted,
 98 III, 6 |         skin was ice-cold. In her head she seemed to feel the floor
 99 III, 7 |      write down the phrenological head, which was considered an “
100 III, 7 |         on his haunches, with his head thrown back, whilst he rolled
101 III, 7 |        drawn from the back of the head, following the line of his
102 III, 7 |          spider crawling over her head in a rent in the beam. At
103 III, 8 |           foam. Everything in her head, of memories, ideas, went
104 III, 8 |          you say?”~She turned her head from side to side with a
105 III, 8 |          only with a shake of the head; she even smiled once or
106 III, 8 |     Doctor Lariviere. He lost his head, and made more than fifteen
107 III, 8 |            and lay there with his head leaning against the edge
108 III, 8 |     Madame Bovary turned away her head, as at the loathing of another
109 III, 8 |          Then she turned away her head with a sigh and fell back
110 III, 9 |       humidity. Charles bowed his head in sign of approbation.~“
111 III, 9 |       candles were burning at the head of the bed, that had been
112 III, 9 |         drew the curtains.~Emma’s head was turned towards her right
113 III, 9 |     wreath. They had to raise the head a little, and a rush of
114 III, 10|   procession pass. Charles at the head walked erect. He affected
115 III, 11|         so pretty, and her little head bent forward so gracefully,
116 III, 11|        was dumb. And Charles, his head in his hands, went on in
117 III, 11|          fetch him to dinner.~His head was thrown back against