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 1  I, 1  |         of the class.~“Louder!” cried the master; “louder!”~The “
 2  I, 3  |        at the foot of a tree; I cried; I called on God; I talked
 3  I, 6  |        When her mother died she cried much the first few days.
 4 II, 1  |      the evening, that I fairly cried with laughing; and he stood
 5 II, 3  |      But Madame Bovary, senior, cried out loudly against this
 6 II, 5  |         Wretched boy!” suddenly cried the chemist.~And he ran
 7 II, 6  |        You look out, Riboudet,” cried the priest in an angry voice; “
 8 II, 6  |       Not a moment’s peace!” he cried; “always at it! I can’t
 9 II, 7  |   staircase.~“Some vinegar,” he cried. “O dear! two at once!”~
10 II, 7  |        Oh, I will have her,” he cried, striking a blow with his
11 II, 8  |        a terrible catastrophe!” cried the druggist, who always
12 II, 8  |    expands; it is as if a voice cried, ‘It is here!’ You feel
13 II, 8  |        good farming generally!” cried the president.~“Just now,
14 II, 8  |            Well, is she there?” cried Tuvache.~“Yes; here she
15 II, 8  |       not enough. “Courage!” he cried to it; “a thousand reforms
16 II, 9  |     been ill.”~“Seriously?” she cried.~“Well,” said Rodolphe,
17 II, 9  |        whip.~“A pleasant ride!” cried Monsieur Homais. “Prudence!
18 II, 9  |       to say goodbye. Then Emma cried. She would have wished never
19 II, 10 |    ounce of vitriol.”~“Justin,” cried the druggist, “bring us
20 II, 11 |       you. Come!”~“Enough!” she cried with a terrible look.~And
21 II, 12 |          But what can I do?” he cried one day impatiently.~“Ah!
22 II, 12 |        exclaimed laughing.~Emma cried, and he tried to console
23 II, 12 |         a bound.~“Emma! Mamma!” cried Charles, trying to reconcile
24 II, 12 |     herself flat on her bed and cried there like a child, her
25 II, 12 |      wish?”~“Take me away,” she cried, “carry me off! Oh, I pray
26 II, 12 |       of it.”~But the tradesman cried out that she was wrong;
27 II, 12 |        There is still time!” he cried. “Reflect! perhaps you may
28 II, 12 |       may repent!”~“Never!” she cried impetuously. And coming
29 II, 12 |      bulrushes~“To-morrow!” she cried.~He was already on the other
30 II, 13 |      calling her.~“Emma! Emma!” cried Charles.~She stopped.~“Wherever
31 II, 13 |      times.~“I am choking,” she cried, leaping up. But by an effort
32 II, 13 |  newspaper.”~But Emma, awaking, cried out—~“The letter! the letter!”~
33 II, 14 |       to read; even when Berthe cried, she was not vexed. She
34 II, 14 |       Protestants, and not we,” cried the other impatiently, “
35 II, 15 |        Be quiet! be quiet!” she cried impatiently.~Lucie advanced,
36 II, 15 |     What! you here?”~“Silence!” cried a voice from the pit, for
37 III, 1 |         them.”~“Not as you!” he cried.~“What a child you are!
38 III, 1 | attempted.~“Ah! forgive me!” he cried, drawing back.~Emma was
39 III, 1 |           I shall be there,” he cried, seizing her hands, which
40 III, 1 |       of the church?”~“Oh, no!” cried the clerk.~“Why not?” said
41 III, 1 |         So calling him back, he cried—~“Sir! sir! The steeple!
42 III, 1 |        out by the north porch,” cried the beadle, who was left
43 III, 1 |      Pierre Corneille.~“Go on,” cried a voice that came from within.~
44 III, 1 |      gallop.~“No, straight on!” cried the same voice.~The cab
45 III, 1 |    Plantes.~“Get on, will you?” cried the voice more furiously.~
46 III, 2 |   Athalie, pulling at his coat, cried “Papa! papa!”~“No, let me
47 III, 2 |      next to it!”~“Next to it!” cried Madame Hoinais, clasping
48 III, 2 |          you know well enough,” cried Lheureux. “It was about
49 III, 2 |      consideration. At last she cried with affected waywardness—~“
50 III, 4 |        noticing any difference, cried—~“Bravo! very goodl You
51 III, 5 |      Never mind the price!” she cried.~But they would, on the
52 III, 5 |           and keep it all!”~She cried out, scandalised.~“But if
53 III, 5 |        hysterics.~“Oh, my God!” cried Charles. “Ah! you really
54 III, 5 |         with Leon! She laughed, cried, sang, sent for sherbets,
55 III, 6 |    Often, seized with fear, she cried out, and Charles hurried
56 III, 6 |     laid out. Now be just.”~She cried out against the debt.~“Ah!
57 III, 6 |          You are a wretch!” she cried.~“Oh, oh! go it! go it!”~“
58 III, 7 |     What a coward you are!” she cried.~Then he said stupidly, “
59 III, 7 |   almost fainting.~“Take care!” cried a voice issuing from the
60 III, 7 |   perorating.~“Madame! madame!” cried Felicite, running in, “it’
61 III, 8 |         resistance, and then he cried out—~“Oh, forgive me! You
62 III, 8 |       if it were but that,” she cried, taking up two studs from
63 III, 8 |     began eating it.~“Stop!” he cried, rushing at her.~“Hush!
64 III, 8 |      Emma had just gone out. He cried aloud, wept, fainted, but
65 III, 8 |     seized with convulsions and cried out—~“Ah! my God! It is
66 III, 8 |         her. “I am frightened!” cried the child, recoiling.~Emma
67 III, 8 |        will do. Take her away,” cried Charles, who was sobbing
68 III, 8 |       evident.”~“Oh, save her!” cried Bovary.~And, without listening
69 III, 8 |       with a crash.~“Imbecile!” cried Homais. “awkward lout! block-head!
70 III, 8 |       had curled with pride and cried out in lewdness; then upon
71 III, 8 |     born.”~“The blind man!” she cried. And Emma began to laugh,
72 III, 9 |            What’s that to you?” cried Charles. “Leave me! You
73 III, 9 |        good of prayer?”~“What!” cried the ecclesiastic, “prayer!
74 III, 9 |       even bent towards he, and cried in a low voice, “Emma! Emma!”
75 III, 9 |          The dress; take care!” cried Madame Lefrancois. “Now,
76 III, 9 |    crimes—”~“But, good heaven!” cried the ecclesiastic, “how do
77 III, 10|    times. “Yes! courage!”~“Oh,” cried the old man, “so I will
78 III, 10|      make haste! I am in pain!” cried Bovary, angrily throwing
79 III, 11|    seized with an illusion, and cried out—~“Oh, stay, stay!”~But
80 III, 11|     single one).~“In short!” he cried, making a pirouette, “if