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 1  I, 3 |     perspiration on her bare shoulders.~After the fashion of country
 2  I, 4 |   collars turned down to the shoulders, the back gathered into
 3  I, 4 | tried lifting carts on their shoulders, made broad jokes, kissed
 4  I, 5 |     in miniature down to the shoulders, with his handkerchief round
 5  I, 7 |     drew her shawl round her shoulders and rose.~In the avenue
 6  I, 8 |     and powdering red-coated shoulders, or the buckle of a garter
 7  I, 8 |    of about forty, with fine shoulders, a hook nose, a drawling
 8  I, 8 |    carved dishes between the shoulders of the guests, with a touch
 9  I, 8 |  Emma threw a shawl over her shoulders, opened the window, and
10  I, 9 |      at him and shrugged her shoulders. Why, at least, was not
11 II, 1 |  landlady, shrugging her fat shoulders. “Come, come, Monsieur Homais;
12 II, 1 |   the road and dirtied their shoulders. The small panes of the
13 II, 2 |   the plaster fall about her shoulders like damp linen. The walls
14 II, 7 |    fingers. A shudder of his shoulders made the chair-back creak.
15 II, 8 |      And with a shrug of the shoulders that stretched out over
16 II, 8 |   took everything on his own shoulders. He hasn’t much taste. Poor
17 II, 15|   lords with plaids on their shoulders were singing a hunting-song
18 II, 15|   spilt three-fourths on the shoulders of a Rouen lady in short
19 II, 15|    shawl carefully about her shoulders, and all three went off
20 III, 1|   With a slight shrug of her shoulders, Emma interrupted him to
21 III, 4|  mistress!”~She shrugged her shoulders and did not open her piano
22 III, 5|     mass of rags covered his shoulders, and an old staved-in beaver,
23 III, 5|    His mother, shrugging her shoulders, declared it was “all put
24 III, 6|       he said, shrugging his shoulders; “you’ve not got anything.”~
25 III, 7|   silence. Emma shrugged her shoulders as she stamped her feet.
26 III, 8| groan, faintly at first. Her shoulders were shaken by a strong
27 III, 8|      a slow gesture with his shoulders. Bovary watched him; they
28 III, 9|    to be spread out over her shoulders. Three coffins, one of oak,
29 III, 9|    replied he, shrugging his shoulders. “I dare say! I’ve seen