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 1  I, 2 |         piano. That was the last straw.~“So it is for this,” she
 2  I, 5 |       her hair, the sight of her straw hat hanging from the window-fastener,
 3  I, 6 |       you from under their round straw hats with their large clear
 4  I, 9 | servant-girl brought a bundle of straw and threw it as best she
 5  I, 9 |        the espalier covered with straw, and the vine, like a great
 6  I, 9 |         up more quickly than dry straw. Then it was, like a red
 7 II, 1 |    adorned here and there with a straw mat bearing beneath it the
 8 II, 1 |       our people to bring in the straw; he carried as many as six
 9 II, 2 |     Bovary the way home. Bits of straw stuck in his red hair, and
10 II, 5 |          of the gable a bunch of straw mixed with corn-ears fluttered
11 II, 5 |         his shoes with a wisp of straw. But a knife was wanted;
12 II, 5 |       English needles, a pair of straw slippers, and finally, four
13 II, 7 |       cheeses, from which sticky straw stuck out.~Near the corn-machines
14 II, 8 |     pocket of his jacket and his straw hat on one side.~“Besides,”
15 II, 8 | quarreled for these seats, whose straw smelt of incense, and they
16 II, 9 |         maker. The walls were of straw, and the roof so low they
17 II, 12|      would, like her, wear large straw hats in the summer-time;
18 III, 7|        possess a chair, a pin, a straw, and it is I, poor man,