Part, Chapter

 1  I, 1  |           night-cap; one of those poor things, in fine, whose dumb
 2  I, 1  |       which so thoroughly put the poor lad out of countenance that
 3  I, 1  |      re-read, at once ordered the poor devil to go and sit down
 4  I, 1  |         wood that was to warm the poor child.~Then at the end of
 5  I, 1  |         In the evening, after the poor dinner of his landlord,
 6  I, 2  |          a countess. Besides, the poor old chap, if it hadn’t been
 7  I, 3  |      people had been saying, “The poor young man! what a loss!”
 8  I, 6  |         with sharp arrows, or the poor Jesus sinking beneath the
 9  I, 8  |         He was rather fond of the poor girl. She had formerly,
10  I, 9  |          four o’clock; the women, poor angels, wore English point
11 II, 2  |     chemist, “with regard to this poor Yanoda who has run away,
12 II, 3  |           she was pulling along a poor puny little fellow, his
13 II, 3  |         bother me!”~“Oh, dear! my poor, dear lady! you see in consequence
14 II, 5  |         gaining her confidence. A poor shop like his was not made
15 II, 5  |         have been by her speech.~“Poor fellow!” she thought.~“How
16 II, 5  |      patients her politeness, the poor her charity.~But she was
17 II, 6  |          Pardon! I’ve there known poor mothers of families, virtuous
18 II, 6  |       extra hour every Wednesday. Poor children! One cannot lead
19 II, 6  |        forehead. “Don’t worry, my poor darling; you will make yourself
20 II, 6  |           on the neck.~“Good-bye, poor child! good-bye, dear little
21 II, 6  |       more malleable than ours.”~“Poor Leon!” said Charles. “How
22 II, 7  |          leads you far astray, my poor child. Anyone who has no
23 II, 7  |       dance polkas every evening. Poor little woman! She is gaping
24 II, 8  |  shoulders. He hasn’t much taste. Poor Tuvache! and he is even
25 II, 8  |         even this distraction, we poor women!”~“A sad distraction,
26 II, 8  |        who makes it into food for poor and rich alike. Again, is
27 II, 8  |   slandered; and if at length two poor souls do meet, all is so
28 II, 8  |       seemed to shrink within her poor clothes. On her feet she
29 II, 9  |            so far from you, was a poor wretch!”~She turned towards
30 II, 9  |         house, and never had this poor village where she lived
31 II, 10 |            From your husband? Oh, poor devil!” And Rodolphe finished
32 II, 10 |        house since I am alone, my poor Emma.”~Here there was a
33 II, 10 |          her. “How I love you, my poor child! How I love you!”~
34 II, 11 |          not your husband relieve poor Hippolyte of the ‘Lion d’
35 II, 11 |      benefactions of science.~The poor fellow gave way, for it
36 II, 11 |          some tenderness for this poor fellow who adored her. The
37 II, 11 |         Will you promise me?”~The poor devil promised. The cure
38 II, 11 |          who could have reduced a poor man to such a state. Shaking
39 II, 12 |          nothing of it.~“Come, my poor angel, courage! Be comforted!
40 II, 13 |         abyss I was dragging you, poor angel? No, you do not, do
41 II, 13 |         considered it very good.~“Poor little woman!” he thought
42 II, 13 |     Charles, watching her sleep. “Poor girl! poor girl! She had
43 II, 13 |   watching her sleep. “Poor girl! poor girl! She had gone off now!”~
44 II, 13 |     cancer.~And besides this, the poor fellow was worried about
45 II, 14 |          be renewed; and that his poor little money, having thriven
46 II, 14 |         She sewed clothes for the poor, she sent wood to women
47 II, 14 |          ringlets, it was to him, poor child! like a sudden entrance
48 II, 15 |          by the fireside—all that poor love, so calm and so protracted,
49 III, 1 |          wearing many orders, the poor clerk would no doubt have
50 III, 1 |      whole of her house.~“And our poor cactuses, where are they?”~“
51 III, 1 |        out amongst the flowers.”~“Poor friend!” she said, holding
52 III, 1 |           forget the theatre. And poor Bovary has left me here
53 III, 1 |      thousand gold crowns for the poor.”~And without stopping,
54 III, 2 |          hour after he added, “My poor mother! what will become
55 III, 2 |       weak, a cipher—in a word, a poor thing in every way. How
56 III, 2 |           thought, looking at the poor devil, whose coarse red
57 III, 4 |       there), she sighed—~“Ah! my poor piano!”~And when anyone
58 III, 4 |           better to sell it. This poor piano, that had given her
59 III, 5 |           wind.~On the hillside a poor devil wandered about with
60 III, 5 |           called Charles, and the poor fellow was obliged to confess
61 III, 5 |        his lodgings; thought them poor. He blushed at them, but
62 III, 6 |     together with the earrings of poor old Tellier, who, at last
63 III, 6 |          his coat off his back; a poor shopkeeper like him couldn’
64 III, 6 | understand your little theft, the poor dear man?”~She collapsed,
65 III, 7 |            And though he knew the poor devil, he pretended to see
66 III, 7 |         it’s abominable!”~And the poor girl, deeply moved, handed
67 III, 7 |        pin, a straw, and it is I, poor man, who have ruined you.”~
68 III, 8 |         came back to her, and her poor aching heart opened out
69 III, 8 |       replied bitterly, “they are poor charms since you disdained
70 III, 8 |      panoply, “But when one is so poor one doesn’t have silver
71 III, 8 | intermittent lamentations of this poor heart, sweet and indistinct
72 III, 8 |         generous, fatherly to the poor, and practising virtue without
73 III, 8 |     against his breast.~“Come, my poor fellow, courage! There is
74 III, 8 |       excuse us, sir, for in this poor place, when one hasn’t been
75 III, 8 |   inordinately wide open, and her poor hands wandered over the
76 III, 8 |           the hideous face of the poor wretch that stood out against
77 III, 9 |           So bearing no grudge to poor Charles, he came back again
78 III, 9 |      Felicite was sobbing—“Ah! my poor mistress! my poor mistress!”~“
79 III, 9 |          Ah! my poor mistress! my poor mistress!”~“Look at her,”
80 III, 10|        Come now! Philosophy!”~The poor fellow tried to show himself
81 III, 10|          to come to the funeral.~“Poor little woman! What a trouble
82 III, 11|       this sentence—~“How glad my poor wife would have been!”~One
83 III, 11|     painting prints.~He suffered, poor man, at seeing her so badly
84 III, 11|        took charge of her. She is poor, and sends her to a cotton-factory