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 1  I, 2  | neighbour’s. His wife had been dead for two years. There was
 2  I, 2  |      sigh and fainted. She was dead! What a surprise! When all
 3  I, 3  |   insides swarming with worms, dead, and an end of it. And when
 4 II, 1  |      burials.~“You live on the dead, Lestiboudois!” the curie
 5 II, 7  |      crackled in the wind like dead boughs, her sterile virtue,
 6 II, 10 |      four times a week, in the dead of night he came to the
 7 II, 13 | remarked; “that would wake any dead person for you!”~“Speak
 8 II, 13 |       disappearing beneath the dead leaves; she walked slowly,
 9 III, 2 |  madame. Your father-in-law is dead.”~In fact, Monsieur Bovary
10 III, 5 |       Madame Dubreuil has been dead these ten months! Where
11 III, 8 | stumbling against the heaps of dead leaves scattered by the
12 III, 8 |      foundered and three parts dead by the hill at Bois-Guillaume.~
13 III, 8 |       have thought her already dead but for the fearful labouring
14 III, 8 |    They all drew near. She was dead.~
15 III, 9 |  Monsieur Homais respected the dead. So bearing no grudge to
16 III, 9 |       chemist.~“They smell the dead,” replied the priest. “It’
17 III, 10|    understood that she was not dead, but she might be. At last,
18 III, 10|       Then she appeared to him dead. She was there; before his
19 III, 10|       and besides, if she were dead, one would have known it.
20 III, 11|     fell to the ground. He was dead.~Thirty-six hours after,