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 1  I, 1  |     Quiet was restored. Heads bent over desks, and the “new
 2  I, 2  | Mademoiselle Emma saw it, and bent over the flour sacks.~Charles
 3  I, 3  |       it was almost empty she bent back to drink, her head
 4  I, 3  |      She worked with her head bent down; she did not speak,
 5  I, 5  |     deep lanes that the trees bent over as in arbours, along
 6  I, 7  |       her seat, the gentlemen bent over her to congratulate
 7  I, 8  |      amongst all these women, bent over his full plate, and
 8  I, 8  |     with rigid body, her chin bent down, and he always in the
 9 II, 3  |      arms outspread, her form bent forward with a look of indecision,
10 II, 5  |        who had taken his arm, bent lightly against his shoulder,
11 II, 5  |    held himself with his back bent in the position of one who
12 II, 5  |     stretched out, his figure bent forward, open-mouthed, he
13 II, 6  |      tread, his head a little bent over his shoulder, and with
14 II, 6  |    chin lowered, her forehead bent forward.~The light fell
15 II, 7  |      a peasant walking with a bent head and quite a thoughtful
16 II, 8  |    her nostrils. Her head was bent upon her shoulder, and the
17 II, 8  |      his bows, while Tuvache, bent like a bow, also smiled,
18 II, 8  |     collated a few pages, and bent over them to see better,
19 II, 9  |     word. Her figure slightly bent, her hand well up, and her
20 II, 9  |        Rodolphe now and again bent forward and took her hand
21 II, 9  |       slender waist, her knee bent on the mane of her horse,
22 II, 11 |    get over his surprise, but bent over Bovary’s hands to cover
23 II, 15 |     was seated in her box she bent forward with the air of
24 III, 1 |        and Emma with her head bent, he stooped over her and
25 III, 1 | spread around her; the arches bent down to gather in the shade
26 III, 2 |  voice—~“Ah! my dear!”~And he bent over her gently to kiss
27 III, 5 |        his face upturned.~She bent over him, and murmured,
28 III, 5 |      cupid, who smirked as he bent his arm beneath a golden
29 III, 8 |      last ray of the sun. She bent down her brow; at last he
30 III, 8 |     druggist himself slightly bent his knees, while Monsieur
31 III, 9 |     face; her two thumbs were bent into the palms of her hands;
32 III, 9 |    reviving her. Once he even bent towards he, and cried in
33 III, 9 |       in a minute?”~Then they bent over her to put on her wreath.
34 III, 11|   pretty, and her little head bent forward so gracefully, letting