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 1  I, 1  |          Bovary, caring little for letters, said, “It was not worth
 2  I, 2  |        which was written in Gothic letters “To dear Papa.”~First they
 3  I, 7  |           accounts in well-phrased letters that had no suggestion of
 4  I, 8  |      bottom names written in black letters. She read: “Jean-Antoine
 5  I, 8  |       names of the horses in black letters. Each animal in its stall
 6  I, 9  |         the motley crowd of men of letters and actresses. They were
 7  I, 9  |           September passed without letters or visits.~After the ennui
 8 II, 1  |      beneath it the words in large letters, “Mr. So-and-so’s pew.”
 9 II, 1  |            the shop, bears in gold letters, “Homais, Chemist.” Then
10 II, 1  |           repeats “Homais” in gold letters on a black ground.~Beyond
11 II, 4  |       energetic resolutions, wrote letters that he tore up, put it
12 II, 7  |        little fool! A fool in four letters! A phlebotomy’s a big affair,
13 II, 8  |          with inscriptions in gold letters.~On one was written, “To
14 II, 13 |          which he usually kept his letters from women, and from it
15 II, 13 |       Finally, he read some of her letters; they were full of explanations
16 II, 13 |       writing and the style of the letters, as varied as their orthography.
17 II, 13 |           handfuls of the mixed-up letters, he amused himself for some
18 II, 14 |     chemist took up the defence of letters. The theatre, he contended,
19 II, 15 |           bills repeated in quaint letters “Lucie de Lammermoor-Lagardy-Opera-etc.”
20 III, 1 |            him in every one of her letters. As they talked they explained
21 III, 1 |           he went on, “I wrote you letters that I tore up.”~She did
22 III, 3 |            sad. He was to send his letters to Mere Rollet, and she
23 III, 4 |            work.~He waited for her letters; he re-read them; he wrote
24 III, 5 |        light of the dawn the large letters of his signboard.~When the
25 III, 5 | presentiments, the anxiety for the letters; but now everything was
26 III, 6 |     outside their love, and in the letters that Emma wrote him she
27 III, 6 |    appeared several times in large letters, “Maitre Hareng, bailiff
28 III, 6 |           went on writing him love letters, in virtue of the notion
29 III, 7 |          there in which Rodolphe’s letters were locked. It had to be
30 III, 9 |     hurriedly.~He had to write two letters, to prepare a soothing potion
31 III, 9 |        Encyclopaedia’!”~“Read the ‘Letters of some Portuguese Jews,’”
32 III, 11|        postage due for some twenty letters, and when Charles asked
33 III, 11|       attendance. He was shown the letters his wife had written. Then
34 III, 11|     pressed the spring. All Leon’s letters were there. There could