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 1  I, 1  |      fresh outburst. “Silence!” continued the master indignantly,
 2  I, 1  |      his face with one hand and continued motionless, his eyes lowered.~
 3  I, 6  |       it, would not confess it, continued from habit, and at last
 4  I, 7  |     while the rest of the upper continued in a straight line as if
 5  I, 9  |         the bell, keeping time, continued its monotonous ringing that
 6 II, 2  |    walks in the neighbourhood?” continued Madame Bovary, speaking
 7 II, 2  |       does it not seem to you,” continued Madame Bovary, “that the
 8 II, 2  |        mountainous landscapes,” continued Leon. “A cousin of mine
 9 II, 2  |         good deal of show.~Emma continued, “And what music do you
10 II, 2  |      One thinks of nothing,” he continued; “the hours slip by. Motionless
11 II, 2  |         long run it is tiring,” continued Emma. Now I, on the contrary,
12 II, 3  |  reprimand grew fainter, and he continued, as heretofore, to give
13 II, 3  |      itself, and, as it were, a continued sentiment of a more complex
14 II, 3  |     Rollet!”~“Well,” the latter continued, making a curtsey, “if it
15 II, 5  |       Ah! he is a good fellow,” continued Emma.~“Certainly,” replied
16 II, 6  |         the change of regimen,” continued the chemist, “and of the
17 II, 8  |       nothing! nothing!” Homais continued. “I merely wished to convey
18 II, 8  |         you.”~“But, gentlemen,” continued the councillor, “if, banishing
19 II, 8  |         pocket-handkerchief. He continued—~“And what should I do here
20 II, 8  | fluttering.~“Use of oil-cakes,” continued the president. He was hurrying
21 II, 9  |      But if I did not come,” he continued, “if I could not see you,
22 II, 9  |           Forward! forward!” he continued.~He “tchk’d” with his tongue.
23 II, 11 |         stupid eyes.~“However,” continued the chemist, “it doesn’t
24 II, 13 |      apricots.~“Extraordinary!” continued the chemist. “But it might
25 II, 14 |       the ending—”~“Certainly,” continued Homais, “there is bad literature
26 III, 1 |          She did not answer. He continued—~“I sometimes fancied that
27 III, 1 |         by the marble rim, were continued farther on upon the flag-stones,
28 III, 2 |           Or poison a patient!” continued the druggist. “Do you want
29 III, 7 |    Tuvache.~“But where is she?” continued Madame Caron, for she had
30 III, 8 |      The frightful taste of ink continued.~“I am thirsty; oh! so thirsty,”
31 III, 10|      her husband!”~The druggist continued, “Do you know that but for