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 1  I, 1  |         got them renewed, and at home ironed, sewed, washed, looked
 2  I, 1  |       out to nurse. When he came home, the lad was spoilt as if
 3  I, 1  |       table and two chairs, sent home for an old cherry-tree bedstead,
 4  I, 1  |      hospital, and return to his home at the other end of the
 5  I, 1  |       How pleasant it must be at home! How fresh under the beech-tree!
 6  I, 1  |          degree. He was expected home the same night to celebrate
 7  I, 2  |        evening before on his way home from a Twelfth-night feast
 8  I, 2  |         But “the blow had struck home.” A week after, as she was
 9  I, 2  |        the cemetery Charles went home. He found no one downstairs;
10  I, 3  |        thoughts wandering.~Going home at night, Charles went over
11  I, 3  |         you get off—I’ll go back home. If it is “yes”, you needn’
12  I, 4  |       her from her father to his home, and had carried her off
13  I, 4  |          sad, he went right away home.~Monsieur and Madame Charles
14  I, 6  |          the community.~Emma, at home once more, first took pleasure
15  I, 7  |      wool-work slippers.~He came home late—at ten o’clock, at
16  I, 8  |       the nag.~When they reached home the dinner was not ready.
17  I, 8  |          How good it is to be at home again!”~Nastasie could be
18  I, 9  |          of them, all were going home. And till nightfall, five
19 II, 1  |   writing a fine hand, he had at home a lathe, and amused himself
20 II, 2  |        and Madame Bovary the way home. Bits of straw stuck in
21 II, 3  | diversion he employed himself at home as a workman; he even tried
22 II, 3  |         whether she would not go home again, or go in somewhere
23 II, 4  |        Or.~One evening on coming home Leon found in his room a
24 II, 5  | prevented it?”~When Charles came home at midnight, she seemed
25 II, 5  |        Paris.”~When Charles came home he found his slippers put
26 II, 5  |       exalted dreams, her narrow home.~What exasperated her was
27 II, 6  |           no doubt? You must get home, Madame Bovary; drink a
28 II, 6  |         dinner-hour; he had come home.~“Look, dear!” said Emma,
29 II, 6  |          his chair; “Any news at home?”~“Nothing much. Only my
30 II, 8  |           that I usually live at home like a recluse. To-day,
31 II, 8  |        ll give it to our cure up home, to say some masses for
32 II, 8  |       Rodolphe’s arm; he saw her home; they separated at her door;
33 II, 8  |         and no doubt when he got home to his good housewife, he
34 II, 10 |        little Bovary had been at home with her parents for a year.
35 II, 10 |      settled down there as if at home. The sight of the library,
36 II, 11 |   patient into the machine, went home, where Emma, all anxiety,
37 II, 12 |       irresistible.~When he came home in the middle of the night,
38 II, 12 |           she would fill all the home with her charm and her gaiety.
39 II, 13 |        No sooner was Rodolphe at home than he sat down quickly
40 II, 14 |       Charles one day, on coming home, found three good-for-nothings
41 II, 14 |       back to the nurse, brought home. She wanted to teach her
42 II, 14 |       the time when Charles came home. They were hot; some sweet
43 II, 15 |          day; she saw herself at home again amid the corn in the
44 III, 4 |        The next day when he came home he looked at her shyly,
45 III, 5 |          in her soul.~Charles at home was waiting for her; the “
46 III, 6 |          awoke her.~When she got home, Felicite showed her behind
47 III, 7 |           no! Down there, in our home!”~And they went to their
48 III, 7 |        never failed to bring her home some that he bought at the
49 III, 7 |         her, and she reached her home stupefied, discouraged,
50 III, 7 |        about the poorness of her home, her worries, her wants.
51 III, 7 |          that drove her from her home.~Lying on her back, motionless,
52 III, 8 |          s closet, their room at home, another landscape. Madness
53 III, 8 |      your master.”~Then she went home, suddenly calmed, and with
54 III, 8 |          the distraint, returned home, Emma had just gone out.
55 III, 8 |       again waited, and returned home. She had come back.~“What
56 III, 8 |        terrible a sight.~He went home to write to Monsieur Canivet
57 III, 9 |        Monsieur Homais soon went home. On the Place he was accosted
58 III, 10|        tomb.”~Charles on getting home undressed, and old Rouault