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 1 II, 3 |           of the Empire; finally, M. Bovary, senior, insisted
 2 II, 3 |          getting up of nights.~“I’m that worn out sometimes
 3 II, 3 |        drop asleep on my chair. I’m sure you might at least
 4 II, 3 |       sighs between each word, “I’m afraid he’ll be put out
 5 II, 4 |           it matter to me since I’m not in her set?”~He tortured
 6 II, 5 |     shakes his whole house, and I’m afraid he’ll soon want a
 7 II, 7 |           called to a patient. “I’m coming,” he stammered; and
 8 II, 7 |      gallantry she’d adore one, I’m sure of it. She’d be tender,
 9 II, 8 |      asked, coughing a little.~“H’m, h’m! who knows?” answered
10 II, 8 |        coughing a little.~“H’m, h’m! who knows?” answered Rodolphe.~
11 II, 10| contemptuously, “don’t know it; I’m ignorant of it! But perhaps
12 II, 13|            Perhaps she’ll think I’m giving it up from avarice.
13 III, 6|        Well, what? Do you think I’m not sufficiently ruining
14 III, 6|         arm saying—~“Presently! I’m coming! We’ll go to the ‘
15 III, 6|          I don’t play the fool; I’m straight enough.”~Next he
16 III, 6|       bowing ironically. “While I’m slaving like a nigger, you
17 III, 7|              But, my dear lady, I’m going, I’m going!”~She wondered
18 III, 7|           dear lady, I’m going, I’m going!”~She wondered now