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 1  I, 2 |       the same moment felt his breast brush against the back of
 2  I, 4 |       from time to time in his breast. How long ago it all was!
 3  I, 8 |       rested her head upon his breast. And then, still turning,
 4 II, 1 |        it, closed in by a wall breast high, is so full of graves
 5 II, 8 |    that stretched out over her breast the stitches of her knitted
 6 II, 8 |       little cocked hat to his breast repeated his bows, while
 7 II, 9 |         and pressed her to his breast.~Then she examined the apartment,
 8 II, 11|       chimney, his chin on his breast, his hands clasped, his
 9 II, 12|     flames beneath a wave; her breast heaved; he had never loved
10 II, 13|   heart, that beat against her breast like blows of a sledge-hammer,
11 III, 1|   flowers for a woman, and his breast, as he smelt them, swelled
12 III, 5|      into the whiteness of her breast. He knelt on the ground
13 III, 6|     she threw herself upon his breast with a long shudder.~Yet
14 III, 6|       She brought roses to her breast from Yonville, which she
15 III, 6|   suddenly began to sob on his breast, and his heart, like the
16 III, 7| palm-leaf dressing-gown to his breast with his left arm, while
17 III, 7|        came nearer to him, her breast heaving; they no longer
18 III, 8|  emotion. But sinking upon his breast she said to him—~“How did
19 III, 8|      half-fainting against his breast.~“Come, my poor fellow,
20 III, 8|       her chin sunken upon her breast, had her eyes inordinately
21 III, 9|     The sheet sunk in from her breast to her knees, and then rose