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 1  I, 1     |        out; he learnt couplets by heart and sang them to his boon
 2  I, 1     |          all the old questions by heart. He passed pretty well.
 3  I, 3     |           a weight here, at one’s heart. But since it is the lot
 4  I, 3     |          him in the house. In his heart he excused her, thinking
 5  I, 3     |         you mayn’t be eating your heart, I’ll open wide the outer
 6  I, 4     |           reasons readily. In his heart he accused old Rouault of
 7  I, 5     |          air in his nostrils, his heart full of the joys of the
 8  I, 5     |         the stairs with a beating heart. Emma, in her room, was
 9  I, 6     |           the tendernesses of the heart, and the pomps of court.~
10  I, 6     |         the sick lamb, the sacred heart pierced with sharp arrows,
11  I, 6     |           perhaps have opened her heart to those lyrical invasions
12  I, 6     |          immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament
13  I, 6     |          and see her. She knew by heart the love songs of the last
14  I, 6     |           with no more sadness at heart than wrinkles on her brow.~
15  I, 7     |      would have gone out from her heart, as the fruit falls from
16  I, 7     |     passionate rhymes she knew by heart, and, sighing, sang to him
17  I, 7     |           struck the flint on her heart without getting a spark,
18  I, 7     |       were living lives where the heart expands, the senses bourgeon
19  I, 7     |   darkness in every corner of her heart.~She recalled the prize
20  I, 8     |       wearing red turbans.~Emma’s heart beat rather faster when,
21  I, 8     |         of the dancing floor. Her heart was like these. In its friction
22  I, 9     |          with the delights of the heart, elegance of manners with
23  I, 9     |       clock.~At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting
24  I, 9     |           this disappointment her heart once more remained empty,
25  I, 9     |          from palpitations of the heart.~Charles prescribed valerian
26 II, 2     |           works, not touching the heart, miss, it seems to me, the
27 II, 4     |       this hour knew it almost by heart, and he repeated it from
28 II, 4     |        leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss. She did
29 II, 5     |           before her at once; her heart leapt. The flame of the
30 II, 5     |     nothing to obtain, and in his heart she rose ever, and became
31 II, 6     |           Leon asked himself. His heart beat, and he racked his
32 II, 7     |        has eyes that pierce one’s heart like a gimlet. And that
33 II, 8     |        men lived on acorns in the heart of woods. Then they had
34 II, 9     |        wife’s palpitations of the heart were beginning again. Then
35 II, 9     |           the trees; she felt her heart, whose beating had begun
36 II, 10    |   disdained, seemed to him in his heart of hearts charming, since
37 II, 11    |  consented to it, thinking in his heart of hearts that his wife
38 II, 12(14)|                          A loving heart.~
39 II, 12    |     shaded by a palm-tree, in the heart of a gulf, by the sea. They
40 II, 12    |            And yet, why should my heart be so heavy? Is it dread
41 II, 12    |            every day closer, more heart to heart. There will be
42 II, 12    |         day closer, more heart to heart. There will be nothing to
43 II, 12    |        with such a beating of the heart that he leant against a
44 II, 13    |          had so trampled upon his heart that no green thing grew
45 II, 13    |           arms, and throbs of her heart, that beat against her breast
46 II, 13    |           Now she suffered in her heart, then in the chest, the
47 II, 14    |         back to the bottom of her heart, and it remained there more
48 II, 14    |           shirt, in that youthful heart open to the emanations of
49 II, 15    |          against his stomach.~Her heart began to beat as soon as
50 II, 15    |        nails. She was filling her heart with these melodious lamentations
51 II, 15    |           upon some great, strong heart, then virtue, tenderness,
52 III, 1    |    eternal isolation in which the heart remains entombed.~To show
53 III, 1    |      heightened the tumult of her heart.~She rose, and they were
54 III, 2    |          expected her, and in her heart she felt already that cowardly
55 III, 2    |          little all pity from her heart. He seemed to her paltry,
56 III, 5    |        mass of existence, and her heart swelled as if the hundred
57 III, 5    |  over-strong need to pour out her heart, she told him that formerly,
58 III, 5    |        sobbed enough to break her heart. Justin had gone out searching
59 III, 6    |          and refinement, a poet’s heart in an angel’s form, a lyre
60 III, 6    |        sob on his breast, and his heart, like the people who can
61 III, 6    |         she shuddered to her very heart.~“I promise you,” she said, “
62 III, 7    |           pages against which her heart had beaten.~They went at
63 III, 8    |          her, and her poor aching heart opened out amorously. A
64 III, 8    |           your letter! it tore my heart! And then when I come back
65 III, 8    |         She was panting as if her heart would burst. Then in an
66 III, 8    |     creeping from her feet to her heart.~“Ah! it is beginning,”
67 III, 8    |         lamentations of this poor heart, sweet and indistinct like
68 III, 8    |   shuddering at every beat of her heart, as at the shaking of a
69 III, 10   |      Quincampoix, to give himself heart, he drank three cups of
70 III, 10   |       caressing, rejoicing in her heart at gaining once more an
71 III, 10   |        his knees weeping, and his heart, rent by sobs, was beating
72 III, 11   |           s gaiety broke Bovary’s heart, and he had to bear besides
73 III, 11   | influences that filled his aching heart.~At seven o’clock little