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 1  I, 1  |          if he were a prince. His mother stuffed him with jam; his
 2  I, 1  |        poorly to his notions. His mother always kept him near her;
 3  I, 1  |          was twelve years old his mother had her own way; he began
 4  I, 1  |        wrote a long letter to his mother with red ink and three wafers;
 5  I, 1  |        his degree by himself.~His mother chose a room for him on
 6  I, 1  |          To spare him expense his mother sent him every week by the
 7  I, 1  |         the village, sent for his mother, and told her all. She excused
 8  I, 1  |          What a happy day for his mother! They gave a grand dinner.~
 9  I, 2  |         grey stockings.~Charles’s mother came to see them from time
10  I, 3  |         spoke to him, too, of her mother, of the country, and even
11  I, 3  |    gathered flowers to put on her mother’s tomb. But the gardener
12  I, 6  |          the Boulevards.~When her mother died she cried much the
13  I, 7  |      enough for the country.”~His mother approved of his economy,
14  I, 7  |         the words “daughter” and “mother” were exchanged all day
15  I, 7  |          answer: he respected his mother, and he loved his wife infinitely;
16 II, 3  |    somewhat lymphatic, like their mother. Besides the servant to
17 II, 3  |          know what it was to be a mother. But not being able to spend
18 II, 3  |      child to be called after her mother; Emma opposed this. They
19 II, 3  |         children, her father, her mother, her cousins, weeping for
20 II, 6  |         and trying to come to her mother to catch hold of the ends
21 II, 6  | difficulty was the consent of his mother; nothing, however, seemed
22 II, 6  |       none, and at last wrote his mother a long letter full of details,
23 II, 6  |          a second letter from his mother urging him to leave, since
24 II, 6  |           he gave her back to her mother.~“Take her away,” she said.~
25 II, 7  |        head.~Then he wrote to his mother begging her to come, and
26 II, 7  |           trade? The farewells of mother and daughter-in-law were
27 II, 8  |       cultivated, like a generous mother, lavishes upon her children.
28 II, 9  |        child blew her a kiss; her mother answered with a wave of
29 II, 10 |          she talked to him of her mother—hers! and of his mother—
30 II, 10 |           mother—hers! and of his mother—his! Rodolphe had lost his
31 II, 10 |        Bring her to me,” said her mother, rushing to embrace her. “
32 II, 12 |           peasant!”~He ran to his mother; she was beside herself.
33 II, 12 |     fifteen, when, resembling her mother, she would, like her, wear
34 II, 13 |     stretched out her arms to her mother to cling to her neck. But
35 II, 14 |        nothing to prevent it: his mother had sent them three hundred
36 III, 1 |  vocations attracted him, and his mother never ceased worrying him
37 III, 2 |           the letter in which his mother told the event without any
38 III, 2 |          after he added, “My poor mother! what will become of her
39 III, 2 |           and Charles said to his mother, “It is nothing particular.
40 III, 5 |     arrange for this he wrote his mother a pathetic letter. Instead
41 III, 5 |          any rate it was so at my mother’s, who was a good woman,
42 III, 5 |      promise torn from him by his mother.~Emma disappeared, then
43 III, 5 |        make scenes with her!”~His mother, shrugging her shoulders,
44 III, 6 |          inquired like a virtuous mother about his companions. She
45 III, 6 |      urged Bovary to write to his mother, to ask her to send as quickly
46 III, 6 |       grew cold and asked for her mother.~“Call the servant,” said
47 III, 6 |         fact someone had sent his mother a long anonymous letter
48 III, 8 |      candle-light she came to her mother’s bed to fetch her presents,
49 III, 8 |        are! how hot you are!”~Her mother looked at her. “I am frightened!”
50 III, 10|          fatigue, Charles and his mother stayed very long that evening
51 III, 11|      belonged to HER be sold. His mother was exasperated with him;
52 III, 11|           Then he appealed to his mother, who consented to let him