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 1  I, 1  |        taller than any of us. His hair was cut square on his forehead
 2  I, 2  |           turned-down collar. Her hair, whose two black folds seemed
 3  I, 4  |       rubicund, bewildered, their hair greasy with rose pomade,
 4  I, 4  |         Everyone had just had his hair cut; ears stood out from
 5  I, 5  |     gesture of her hands over her hair, the sight of her straw
 6  I, 6  |     funeral picture made with the hair of the deceased, and, in
 7  I, 7  |        over his ears, so that his hair in the morning was all tumbled
 8  I, 7  |           little crowns, with her hair in long plaits. In her white
 9  I, 8  |           she wore over her brown hair a simple guipure fichu that
10  I, 8  |         on her debut. She did her hair according to the directions
11  I, 8  |     seemed blacker than ever. Her hair, undulating towards the
12  I, 8  |         clinked on bare arms.~The hair, well-smoothed over the
13  I, 8  |         of finer cloth, and their hair, brought forward in curls
14  I, 9  |          on his two hands and his hair spreading like a mane to
15  I, 9  |       bust of a woman with yellow hair. He, too, the hairdresser,
16 II, 1  |          black cloth waistcoat, a hair collar, grey trousers, and,
17 II, 1  |        out of his big-toes. Not a hair stood out from the regular
18 II, 2  |     chimney a young man with fair hair watched her silently.~As
19 II, 2  |         of straw stuck in his red hair, and he limped with his
20 II, 3  |   black-velvety collar. His brown hair fell over it, straight and
21 II, 3  |       limpid water like streaming hair; sometimes at the tip of
22 II, 4  |      drawn up. From her turned-up hair a dark colour fell over
23 II, 5  |        out from beneath a lock of hair, and his large blue eyes,
24 II, 5  |          liquorice, and his white hair made even more vivid the
25 II, 5  |       face longer. With her black hair, her large eyes, her aquiline
26 II, 6  |    disappeared beneath the coarse hair of his greyish beard. He
27 II, 6  |         red from the roots of her hair to the top of her collar.
28 II, 7  |         her coiffure; she did her hair a la Chinoise, in flowing
29 II, 8  |       brow, and wearing a tuft of hair at the back of his head,
30 II, 8  |          the pomade that made his hair glossy.~Then a faintness
31 II, 9  |           of dew hanging from her hair formed, as it were, a topaz
32 II, 9  |         of the tables, combed her hair with his comb, and looked
33 II, 10 |           had cut off handfuls of hair, and now she was asking
34 II, 12 |      floor between his knees, her hair loose, her look lost.~“Why,
35 II, 12 |          of that head whose black hair fell in a curl over the
36 II, 12 |         had arranged the curls of hair upon her neck; they fell
37 II, 12 |      passed her hands through his hair, and she repeated in a childlike
38 II, 13 |           a black mask, pins, and hair—hair! dark and fair, some
39 II, 13 |        black mask, pins, and hair—hair! dark and fair, some even,
40 II, 14 |         time saw all this mass of hair that fell to her knees unrolling
41 II, 15 |          and peaceful, with their hair and complexions looking
42 II, 15 |         of orange blossoms in her hair, and paler than the white
43 II, 15 |         nostrils falling upon her hair.~“Does this amuse you?”
44 II, 15 |          stay,” said Bovary. “Her hair’s undone; this is going
45 III, 1 |         the students; he wore his hair neither too long nor too
46 III, 1 |         out from the folds of her hair.~“But pardon me!” she said. “
47 III, 1 |     forget-me-nots in her flowing hair. Something drove me there
48 III, 1 | handkerchief, then having had his hair curled, he uncurled it again,
49 III, 2 |           devil, whose coarse red hair was wet with perspiration.~
50 III, 5 |     recognised him by his curling hair that escaped from beneath
51 III, 5 |         de la Comedie to have her hair arranged. Night fell; the
52 III, 5 |     wrapper. Often, as he did her hair, the man offered her tickets
53 III, 5 |        passing his hands over her hair.~“Yes, that is true,” she
54 III, 6 |         in the wind her masses of hair, too heavy, and, gazing
55 III, 8 |          was caressing her smooth hair, where in the twilight was
56 III, 8 |           the furniture, tore his hair, and the chemist had never
57 III, 8 |          her hand slowly over his hair. The sweetness of this sensation
58 III, 8 |          a galvanised corpse, her hair undone, her eyes fixed,
59 III, 9 |          shoes, and a wreath. Her hair is to be spread out over
60 III, 9 |           with the perfume of her hair; and her dress rustled in
61 III, 9 |        that he wanted some of her hair.~“Cut some off,” replied
62 III, 9 |      amongst that beautiful black hair.~The chemist and the cure
63 III, 11| gracefully, letting the dear fair hair fall over her rosy cheeks,
64 III, 11|         was a long tress of black hair.~“Come along, papa,” she