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 1  I, 9  |     the key in the sideboard, Felicite every evening took a small
 2 II, 2  |      Emma got out first, then Felicite, Monsieur Lheureux, and
 3 II, 2  |        When coffee was served Felicite went away to get ready the
 4 II, 4  |       sly look, especially if Felicite was there, for he half noticed
 5 II, 5  |  nurse. When visitors called, Felicite brought her in, and Madame
 6 II, 5  |  would worry him.”~“Ah! yes,” Felicite went on, “you are just like
 7 II, 6  |   down a few steps and called Felicite.~He threw one long look
 8 II, 7  | talking on the doorsteps with Felicite, and, taking him for a servant
 9 II, 9  |       noise above her; it was Felicite drumming on the windowpanes
10 II, 12 |    washing linen, and all day Felicite did not stir from the kitchen,
11 II, 12 |      you ever seen anything?” Felicite answered laughing. “As if
12 II, 12 |      a lady like madame!”~But Felicite grew impatient of seeing
13 II, 12 |  especially one on account of Felicite.~Madame Bovary senior, the
14 II, 13 |     on the kitchen-table with Felicite.~“Here,” said the ploughboy, “
15 II, 13 |  anyone. At last he went out. Felicite remained. She could bear
16 II, 13 |    hand on her sleeve; it was Felicite.~“Master is waiting for
17 II, 13 |       scared, was crying; and Felicite, whose hands trembled, was
18 II, 14 |     be sent back to the shop. Felicite forgot; he had other things
19 II, 14 |      into an altar, and while Felicite was strewing dahlia flowers
20 II, 14 |   waiting for any answer from Felicite, who was blushing, she added, “
21 III, 2 |      from afar she recognised Felicite, who was on the lookout
22 III, 6 |     trunks; she borrowed from Felicite, from Madame Lefrancois,
23 III, 6 |       her.~When she got home, Felicite showed her behind the clock
24 III, 7 |    beaten.~They went at last. Felicite came back. Emma had sent
25 III, 7 |        Madame! madame!” cried Felicite, running in, “it’s abominable!”~
26 III, 7 |       from the other. At last Felicite sighed—~“If I were you,
27 III, 7 |       whither could she flee?~Felicite was waiting for her at the
28 III, 7 |       her. But each time that Felicite named someone Emma replied—~“
29 III, 8 |   Where could she be? He sent Felicite to Homais, to Monsieur Tuvache,
30 III, 8 |   word: “Poisoned! poisoned!” Felicite ran to Homais, who proclaimed
31 III, 8 |      see my little stocking.”~Felicite held her over the bed while
32 III, 8 |    that shook his whole body. Felicite was running hither and thither
33 III, 8 |    struggling to free itself. Felicite knelt down before the crucifix,
34 III, 9 |     out, one after the other. Felicite put down a mattress for
35 III, 9 |     Berthe to Madame Homais’; Felicite was in the room upstairs
36 III, 9 |       her to her satin shoes.~Felicite was sobbing—“Ah! my poor
37 III, 9 |   into the sitting-room. Then Felicite came up to say that he wanted
38 III, 9 |  chlorine water on the floor.~Felicite had taken care to put on
39 III, 11|     Then he had to apologise.~Felicite now wore Madame Bovary’s
40 III, 11|   escaped the depredations of Felicite. Charles refused to give