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 1  I, 1  |  expression, like an imbecile’s face. Oval, stiffened with whalebone,
 2  I, 1  |       of a pen came bang in his face. But he wiped his face with
 3  I, 1  |      his face. But he wiped his face with one hand and continued
 4  I, 1  |       figure became taller, his face took a saddened look that
 5  I, 1  |     ugly, as dry as a bone, her face with as many pimples as
 6  I, 2  |      hues the white skin of her face. She smiled under the tender
 7  I, 2  |      said to herself, “that his face beams when he goes to see
 8  I, 3  |        so beautiful! But Emma’s face always rose before his eyes,
 9  I, 4  |       shoulder, her little rosy face, smiling silently under
10  I, 6  |   shadow, her hands joined, her face against the grating beneath
11  I, 7  |     tumbled pell-mell about his face and whitened with the feathers
12  I, 7  |      Then noting the melancholy face of the graceful animal,
13  I, 8  |   differences in age, dress, or face.~Their clothes, better made,
14  I, 9  |          an orphan with a sweet face. She forbade her wearing
15  I, 9  |        of blood-lettings in his face, listened to death-rattles,
16  I, 9  |         left white scabs on his face.~Then she went up again,
17 II, 1  |        back at the chimney. His face expressed nothing but self-satisfaction,
18 II, 1  |    garden border, his long, wan face, whose eyes were small and
19 II, 1  | twilight one could see that his face was rubicund and his form
20 II, 2  |      head the lower part of her face gently sunk into the linen
21 II, 3  |       passed his hands over her face, called her little mamma,
22 II, 3  |         puny little fellow, his face covered with scrofula, the
23 II, 5  |        look of stupidity to his face; his very back, his calm
24 II, 5  |      more gentle languor to his face; between his cravat and
25 II, 5  |      His fat, flabby, beardless face seemed dyed by a decoction
26 II, 5  |  thinner, her cheeks paler, her face longer. With her black hair,
27 II, 5  |         goings; she watched his face; she invented quite a history
28 II, 5  |     found her lying flat on her face, crying on the shingle.
29 II, 6  |   looked up, she saw the gentle face of the Virgin amid the blue
30 II, 6  |         that fell full upon his face paled the lasting of his
31 II, 6  |      They looked at one another face to face without speaking.~“
32 II, 6  |   looked at one another face to face without speaking.~“Then,
33 II, 6  |      woman quite irritably.~Her face frightened the child, who
34 II, 6  |    Bovary, her back turned, her face pressed against a window-pane;
35 II, 8  |       mask of a scoffer upon my face; and yet, how many a time
36 II, 8  |         and they remained thus, face to face, their foreheads
37 II, 8  |     they remained thus, face to face, their foreheads almost
38 II, 8  |        passed his hand over his face, like a man seized with
39 II, 8  |  sweetness, and his pale little face, whence drops were running,
40 II, 8  |     knees, and thus lifting his face towards Emma, close by her,
41 II, 8  |      her hands, then fanned her face with her handkerchief, while
42 II, 8  |      large blue apron. Her pale face framed in a borderless cap
43 II, 8  | monastic rigidity dignified her face. Nothing of sadness or of
44 II, 8  |       beatitude spread over her face; and as she walked away
45 II, 8  |       the line of her lips; her face, as in a magic mirror, shone
46 II, 9  |        another!” And he hid his face in his hands.~“Yes, I think
47 II, 9  |        s hat over her hips, her face appeared in a bluish transparency
48 II, 9  |       must be,” he went on, his face changing; and he again became
49 II, 9  |     long shudder and hiding her face, she gave herself up to
50 II, 9  |      the mane of her horse, her face somewhat flushed by the
51 II, 9  |       glass she wondered at her face. Never had her eyes been
52 II, 9  |        topaz aureole around her face. Rodolphe, laughing, drew
53 II, 11 |      still invest a part of the face of Europe like a net, the
54 II, 11 |       appropriate expression of face.~His zeal seemed successful,
55 II, 11 |      him irritated her now; his face, his dress, what he did
56 II, 12 |         there like a child, her face buried in the pillow.~She
57 II, 12 |     ought to show itself in the face of heaven. They torture
58 II, 13 |      the living and the painted face, rubbing one against the
59 III, 1 |       arms and bending down her face, she looked at the rosettes
60 III, 1 |    difficulty, Leon watched her face out of the corner of his
61 III, 1 |        her blue eyes; her whole face shone. He waited. At last
62 III, 1 |     resplendent to illumine her face, and the censers would burn
63 III, 1 |       were alone a few minutes, face to face, and a little embarrassed.~“
64 III, 1 |    alone a few minutes, face to face, and a little embarrassed.~“
65 III, 2 |        passed her hand over her face shuddering.~But she made
66 III, 5 |       her bare arms, hiding her face in her hands.~The warm room,
67 III, 5 |        at her with a smile, his face upturned.~She bent over
68 III, 5 |       out like a basin, hid his face; but when he took it off
69 III, 6 |        spent the afternoon, her face pressed against the window-panes.~
70 III, 6 |        which she threw into his face; was anxious about his health,
71 III, 6 |       were less yellow than his face.~Lheureux sat down in a
72 III, 7 | accusation in every line of his face. Then, when her eyes wandered
73 III, 7 |       back. Some laughed in her face; all refused.~At two o’clock
74 III, 7 |       hour, saying, with solemn face—~“I have been to three people
75 III, 7 |      Then they remained sitting face to face at the two chimney
76 III, 7 |        remained sitting face to face at the two chimney corners,
77 III, 7 |      her waist. Madame Bovary’s face flushed purple. She recoiled
78 III, 7 |        woman, frightened at her face, drew back instinctively,
79 III, 8 |         A warm wind blew in her face; the melting snow fell drop
80 III, 8 |    getting up slowly, while his face assumed a grave expression.~“
81 III, 8 |       each of them appeared the face of Rodolphe. They multiplied
82 III, 8 | astonished at the pallor of her face, that stood out white against
83 III, 8 |     sweat oozed from her bluish face, that seemed as if rigid
84 III, 8 |      when he saw the cadaverous face of Emma stretched out on
85 III, 8 |       low voice.~She turned her face slowly, and seemed filled
86 III, 8 |      not quite so pale, and her face had an expression of serenity
87 III, 8 |        again begun to pray, his face bowed against the edge of
88 III, 8 |    thinking she saw the hideous face of the poor wretch that
89 III, 9 |        at the lower part of her face; her two thumbs were bent
90 III, 10|         the dye had stained his face, and the traces of tears
91 III, 11|       portrait flew full in his face in the midst of the overturned
92 III, 11|         lost in reverie at this face that she had loved. He seemed
93 III, 11|       memories that crossed his face. This gradually grew redder;
94 III, 11|      lassitude came back to his face.~“I don’t blame you,” he