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 1  I, 1  |          advent of an easier life, thinking he would be more free to
 2  I, 3  |            farm more full of life.~Thinking it his duty to heap the
 3  I, 3  |          head towards the Bertaux.~Thinking that, after all, he should
 4  I, 3  |          his heart he excused her, thinking her too clever for farming,
 5  I, 5  |            she occupied herself in thinking about changes in the house.
 6  I, 9  |       weeks there were to October, thinking that perhaps the Marquis
 7 II, 1  |       least it is because they are thinking of something. Myself, for
 8 II, 3  |          reddened; he turned away, thinking perhaps there had been an
 9 II, 5  |         was!” she said to herself, thinking of the scarves.~She heard
10 II, 6  |            horizon or what she was thinking within herself.~“Well, good-bye,”
11 II, 6  |           said Charles; “but I was thinking especially of illnesses—
12 II, 7  |      Charles woke up with a start, thinking he was being called to a
13 II, 7  |           pretty to him; so he was thinking about her and her husband.~“
14 II, 8  |         the calico of the tent was thinking so earnestly of Emma that
15 II, 9  |            crowns.” He added, “And thinking it might please you, I have
16 II, 11 |           Charles consented to it, thinking in his heart of hearts that
17 II, 12 |             we shall see!”~She was thinking how to get out of this when
18 II, 12 |           and he ended by obeying, thinking her tyrannical and overexacting.~
19 II, 14 |     something not to be constantly thinking of her.~The winter was severe,
20 III, 1 |         Well!” she replied.~He was thinking how to resume the interrupted
21 III, 1 |           She stopped; then, as if thinking better of it, “Oh, not here!”~“
22 III, 2 |            the arbour.~Charles was thinking of his father, and was surprised
23 III, 2 |           Madame Bovary senior was thinking of her husband. The worst
24 III, 2 |           there a moment. Emma was thinking that it was scarcely forty-eight
25 III, 3 |           softly added the sailor, thinking he was paying the stranger
26 III, 5 |            and she was frightened, thinking he would gossip. He was
27 III, 6 | majestically, not raising his hat, thinking it very provincial to uncover
28 III, 6 |             She revived, and began thinking of Berthe asleep yonder
29 III, 7 |           drew back instinctively, thinking her mad. Suddenly she struck
30 III, 8 |         frantic, despairing laugh, thinking she saw the hideous face
31 III, 11|          Bovary, while continually thinking of Emma, was forgetting
32 III, 11|        along, papa,” she said.~And thinking he wanted to play; she pushed