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 1  I, 1  |        Every Thursday evening he wrote a long letter to his mother
 2  I, 9  |  decamped a week before. Then he wrote to the chemist of the place
 3 II, 4  |      took energetic resolutions, wrote letters that he tore up,
 4 II, 6  |          found none, and at last wrote his mother a long letter
 5 II, 7  |         polishing her nails; she wrote to Rouen for a blue cashmere
 6 II, 7  |      phrenological head.~Then he wrote to his mother begging her
 7 II, 8  |    science. Thus lately I myself wrote a considerable tract, a
 8 II, 9  |         habit was ready, Charles wrote to Monsieur Boulanger that
 9 II, 9  |         From that day forth they wrote to one another regularly
10 II, 12 |        of the day, Emma suddenly wrote to him, then from the window
11 II, 13 |       said he, “let’s begin.”~He wrote—~“Courage, Emma! courage!
12 II, 14 |        beyond a certain limit he wrote to Monsieur Boulard, bookseller
13 III, 1 |           Often,” he went on, “I wrote you letters that I tore
14 III, 1 |        room.~In the evening Emma wrote the clerk an interminable
15 III, 4 |     letters; he re-read them; he wrote to her. He called her to
16 III, 5 |        you?”~And taking a pen he wrote at the bottom of the account, “
17 III, 5 |     order to arrange for this he wrote his mother a pathetic letter.
18 III, 6 |         in the letters that Emma wrote him she spoke of flowers,
19 III, 6 |      closed his eyes to reflect, wrote down a few figures, and
20 III, 6 |       that he was being bled, he wrote out four bills for two hundred
21 III, 6 | fantastically in depths of love, wrote to Lawyer Dubocage, his
22 III, 6 |        her lover.~But whilst she wrote it was another man she saw,
23 III, 8 |         at her writing-table and wrote a letter, which she sealed
24 III, 9 |     after sobbing for some time, wrote—~“I wish her to be buried
25 III, 11|     congratulations he sent him, wrote this sentence—~“How glad