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 1  I, 1  |             charming nonsense. In her life’s isolation she centered
 2  I, 1  |               It was beginning to see life, the sweetness of stolen
 3  I, 1  |               the advent of an easier life, thinking he would be more
 4  I, 2  |             for the first time in his life. The upper part of her cheek
 5  I, 2  |             meagre occupations of his life? On these days he rose early,
 6  I, 3  |          making the farm more full of life.~Thinking it his duty to
 7  I, 3  |           that he might piece out the life she had lived before he
 8  I, 5  |           what good had he had of his life? His time at school, when
 9  I, 5  |           icicles. But now he had for life this beautiful woman whom
10  I, 5  |             what one meant exactly in life by the words felicity, passion,
11  I, 6  |         Accustomed to calm aspects of life, she turned, on the contrary,
12  I, 6  |            full of sad reflections on life, she asked to be buried
13  I, 7  |              the happiest time of her life—the honeymoon, as people
14  I, 7  |              as the intimacy of their life became deeper, the greater
15  I, 7  |           passion, the refinements of life, all mysteries? But this
16  I, 7  |     unrealised events, this different life, this unknown husband. All,
17  I, 7  |             bourgeon out. But she—her life was cold as a garret whose
18  I, 7  |           extraordinary fell upon her life; she was invited by the
19  I, 7  |         anxious to re-enter political life, set about preparing for
20  I, 8  |        motionless on the room full of life.~Madame Bovary noticed that
21  I, 8  |             de Lauzun. He had lived a life of noisy debauch, full of
22  I, 8  |             the present hour her past life, so distinct until then,
23  I, 8  |          illusion that this luxurious life that she would soon have
24  I, 8  |    Vaubyessard had made a hole in her life, like one of those great
25  I, 9  |          along the narrow path of his life.~He was well, looked well;
26  I, 9  |              upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white
27  I, 9  |          flags; all the bitterness in life seemed served up on her
28 II, 1  |               and he appeared to take life as calmly as the goldfinch
29 II, 2  |            all the disenchantments of life, to be able to dwell in
30 II, 2  |    inauguration of a new phase in her life. She did not believe that
31 II, 2  |              since the portion of her life lived had been bad, no doubt
32 II, 3  |         wanted nothing. He knew human life from end to end, and he
33 II, 4  |               skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots
34 II, 5  |            that do not interfere with life, that are cultivated because
35 II, 5  |            seem to be passing through life scarcely touching it, and
36 II, 5  |      somewhere with Leon to try a new life; but at once a vague chasm
37 II, 6  |           arms. Complained vaguely of life.~“It’s because you don’t
38 II, 6  |        repetition of the same kind of life, when no interest inspires
39 II, 6  |        prospect of a new condition of life frightened as much as it
40 II, 6  |             He would lead an artist’s life there! He would take lessons
41 II, 6  |             And you don’t know what a life those dogs lead in the Latin
42 II, 7  |           gone, the only charm of her life, the only possible hope
43 II, 8  |              Ah! if I had some aim in life, if I had met some love,
44 II, 8  |           confiding the whole of your life, of giving everything, sacrificing
45 II, 8  |                all other days, all my life!”~“To Monsieur Caron of
46 II, 8  |              in your thought, in your life, shall I not?”~“Porcine
47 II, 10 |              was indispensable to her life, she feared to lose anything
48 II, 10 |             love, which engrossed her life, seemed to lessen beneath
49 II, 10 |             of them all in her soul’s life, in all her successive conditions
50 II, 10 |        constantly losing them all her life through, like a traveller
51 II, 11 |               had she thus ruined her life by continual sacrifices?
52 II, 11 |              as much removed from her life, as absent forever, as impossible
53 II, 12 |               husband was odious, her life frightful.~“But what can
54 II, 12 |              what is dear to you—your life? Ah! I understand. I have
55 II, 13 |            not bring misery into your life.”~“After all, that’s true,”
56 II, 13 |              the serious occasions of life.~“Do not be uneasy,” he
57 II, 14 |               longer thought; another life was beginning; it seemed
58 II, 14 |              the tears of hearts that life had wounded.~Then she gave
59 II, 14 |            the love vanished from her life was there, palpitating by
60 II, 14 |            were only for once in your life, to enrage one of these
61 II, 14 |              they require a dissolute life, that suits the imagination
62 II, 15 |               Emma, too, fleeing from life, would have liked to fly
63 II, 15 |            some very thing of her own life. But no one on earth had
64 II, 15 |               could have anchored her life upon some great, strong
65 II, 15 |             to imagine to herself his life—that life resonant, extraordinary,
66 II, 15 |              to herself his life—that life resonant, extraordinary,
67 II, 15 |             brought him back into her life? He was standing behind
68 III, 1 |               now adapting their past life. Besides, speech is a rolling-mill
69 III, 1 |            force that took captive my life. Once, for instance, I went
70 III, 1 |               seemed to widen out her life; it was like some sentimental
71 III, 1 |            walked along by the walls. Life had never seemed so good
72 III, 5 |              the practical details of life.”~And Charles felt relieved
73 III, 5 |          plunge into the pleasures of life. She was becoming irritable,
74 III, 6 |             be able to watch over his life; and the idea occurred to
75 III, 6 |            came this insufficiency in life—this instantaneous turning
76 III, 7 |        softened the bitterness of her life, remorse seized her or rather
77 III, 8 |         depended the honour, the very life of a third person.~“No matter!”
78 III, 8 |             philosophically—~“Such is life!”~“Has life,” Emma went
79 III, 8 | philosophically—~“Such is life!”~“Has life,” Emma went on, “been good
80 III, 8 |        wounded men, dying, feel their life ebb from their bleeding
81 III, 8 |         labourious and irreproachable life.~He frowned as soon as he
82 III, 8 |               sometimes prolonged the life of persons when he thought
83 III, 10|             into the hope of a future life in which he should see her
84 III, 11|            not bring misery into your life.” It was Rodolphe’s letter,