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 1  I, 1  |        age of forty-five, sick of men, he said, and determined
 2  I, 1  |          violet, or blue. Working men, kneeling on the banks,
 3  I, 8  |          standing round the table men with grave faces, their
 4  I, 8  |      seven dinner was served. The men, who were in the majority,
 5  I, 8  |         was occupied by groups of men standing up and talking
 6  I, 8  |        you met yours again.~A few men (some fifteen or so), of
 7  I, 9  |         their petticoats; and the men, unappreciated geniuses
 8  I, 9  |       laughed the motley crowd of men of letters and actresses.
 9  I, 9  |          her husband one of those men of taciturn passions who
10  I, 9  |       till nightfall, five or six men, always the same, stayed
11 II, 1  |      should be, is a loft for the men, with a spiral staircase
12 II, 1  |           he could double up four men like you over his knee.
13 II, 2  |      basins on the ground—the two men who had brought the furniture
14 II, 3  |       have coffee along, you know men—”~“But you are to have some,”
15 II, 7  |           old maids, and those of men whose ambition has failed.
16 II, 8  |      their talents, drilled their men separately. One saw the
17 II, 8  |    sticking out, and the heads of men running about. Apart, outside
18 II, 8  | government to the monarch, gentle men, our sovereign, to that
19 II, 8  |      wholly to civilization! you, men of progress and morality,
20 II, 8  |         the conventional, that of men, that which constantly changes,
21 II, 8  |           those fierce times when men lived on acorns in the heart
22 II, 8  |         him, “to send one of your men, or to go yourself—”~“Leave
23 II, 8  |          nor the “bald-headed old men like patriarchs who were
24 II, 11 |          now accomplishes for all men. We shall keep our readers
25 II, 15 |          indigo. The heads of old men were to be seen, inexpressive
26 III, 1 |          you, you are a man!”~But men too had had their trials,
27 III, 1 |      nurse at a hospital.”~“Alas! men have none of these holy
28 III, 1 |       hospital gardens, where old men in black coats were walking
29 III, 5 |        she saw, passing opposite, men with white faces and women
30 III, 5 |           others?”~“Why, like all men,” she replied. Then added,
31 III, 5 |     himself the most fortunate of men and Emma was without uneasiness,
32 III, 6 |          on the fourth floor.~The men were whispering in a corner,
33 III, 7 |           the eyes of these three men.~Maitre Hareng, buttoned
34 III, 7 |          have liked to strike all men, to spit in their faces,
35 III, 8 |           this memory; as wounded men, dying, feel their life
36 III, 9 |         that it is done.”~The two men were much surprised at Bovary’
37 III, 9 |           become honest. Military men on approaching the tribunal
38 III, 9 |         they met the undertaker’s men, who were coming in. Then
39 III, 10|         amidst the crowd.~The six men, three on either side, walked
40 III, 10|         reached the cemetery. The men went right down to a place
41 III, 11|         must have adored her; all men assuredly must have coveted
42 III, 11|    fathers, the most fortunate of men.~Not so! A secret ambition
43 III, 11| Government and the ingratitude of men.~From respect, or from a