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 1  I, 1      |           three or four years on his wife’s fortune, dining well,
 2  I, 1      |     determined to live at peace.~His wife had adored him once on a
 3  I, 1      |          practice it; he must have a wife. She found him one—the widow
 4  I, 1      |       himself and his money. But his wife was master; he had to say
 5  I, 2      |  curtain-rods of the bed and saw his wife sleeping. As he passed Vassonville
 6  I, 2      |          feast at a neighbour’s. His wife had been dead for two years.
 7  I, 2      |            on the flags, accused his wife of having caused misfortune
 8  I, 3      |           but the remembrance of his wife suddenly coming back to
 9  I, 3      |         other hand, the death of his wife had not served him ill in
10  I, 4      |           nothing. He called her “my wife”, tutoyed7 her, asked for
11  I, 4      |           the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been very
12  I, 4      |            to see their doctor’s new wife.~The old servant presented
13  I, 7      |         esteem for possessing such a wife. He showed with pride in
14  I, 7      |             mother, and he loved his wife infinitely; he considered
15  I, 8      |              his arm to the doctor’s wife, conducted her to the vestibule.~
16 II, 1      |              that of the doctor, his wife, and their servant; the
17 II, 2      |      ventured to invite himself, his wife being away.~When Madame
18 II, 2      |     gardening she will be able—”~“My wife doesn’t care about it,”
19 II, 3      |             to sleep, or watched his wife sewing. Then for diversion
20 II, 3      |         namely, the pregnancy of his wife. As the time of her confinement
21 II, 3      |           nurse with the carpenter’s wife, and, without looking at
22 II, 3      |          Madame Tuvache, the mayor’s wife, declared in the presence
23 II, 3      |             spouse, she was the best wife in Normandy, gentle as a
24 II, 4      |            rug. Why did the doctor’s wife give the clerk presents?
25 II, 5      |              his room. The chemist’s wife seemed happy to her to sleep
26 II, 6      |       sticking-plaster, he found his wife standing by the cradle.~“
27 II, 6      |         surprise he intended for his wife, a delicate attention—his
28 II, 6      |                Nothing much. Only my wife was a little moved this
29 II, 6      |           upsets them, especially my wife. And we should be wrong
30 II, 7      |                Do you know what your wife wants?” replied Madame Bovary
31 II, 7      |           very pretty, this doctor’s wife. Fine teeth, black eyes,
32 II, 9      |              thousand anxieties; his wife’s palpitations of the heart
33 II, 9      |          Monsieur Boulanger that his wife was at his command, and
34 II, 11     |             heart of hearts that his wife was an angel.~So by the
35 II, 11     |             comforts increasing, his wife always loving him; and she
36 II, 11     |          Madame Tuvache, the mayor’s wife, did not stir from her window,
37 II, 11     | discouragement Charles turned to his wife saying to her—~“Oh, kiss
38 II, 12     |       Charles went back again to his wife and implored her to give
39 II, 13     |        Charles, without noticing his wife’s colour, had them brought
40 II, 14     |          once communicated it to his wife, who at first refused, alleging
41 II, 15     |             last Charles reached his wife, saying to her, quite out
42 II, 15     |              and his respect for his wife’s opinion.~Then with a sigh
43 II, 15     |             he added, turning to his wife, “you would like to stay
44 III, 1     |             on the harbour, with the wife of this small doctor he
45 III, 1     |               was to take me and his wife.”~And the opportunity was
46 III, 2     |            confusion, turning to his wife, “Couldn’t you, my darling?”~
47 III, 5     |             Bournisien asked for the wife of the Yonville doctor.
48 III, 5     |         upset, patiently awaited his wife’s return for an explanation.~
49 III, 5     |             the first time, took his wife’s part, so that Madame Bovary,
50 III, 6     |            with him he talked of his wife, his children; of their
51 III, 7     |   handkerchief six cheminots for his wife.~Madame Homais was very
52 III, 7     |             devoured. The druggist’s wife crunched them up as they
53 III, 7     |       quickly to the square; and the wife of the mayor, who was talking
54 III, 8     |            and he would, but for his wife’s objections, have taken
55 III, 9     |           want to see her. She is my wife!”~And he wept.~“Cry,” said
56 III, 10    |             me, do you see! I saw my wife go, then my son, and now
57 III, 11    |            was shown the letters his wife had written. Then he had
58 III, 11    |          sentence—~“How glad my poor wife would have been!”~One day
59 III, 11(24)|                  Tread upon a loving wife.~