Part, Chapter

 1  I, 2  |   speak up for her. They grew angry and left the house.~But “
 2  I, 3  |      and even pretended to be angry because nothing rather lighter
 3  I, 9  |      she had answered with so angry a look and so cold a smile
 4 II, 1  |      on.~Emma had wept, grown angry; she had accused Charles
 5 II, 3  |      made the Abbe Bournisien angry; old Bovary replied by a
 6 II, 6  |        cried the priest in an angry voice; “I’ll warm your ears,
 7 II, 12 |        but the good lady grew angry, declaring that unless morals
 8 II, 13 |    and reread the letter with angry sneers. But the more she
 9 II, 13 |   lathe never ceased, like an angry voice calling her.~“Emma!
10 II, 14 | evening, for example, she was angry with the servant, who had
11 II, 14 |       ecclesiastic, with such angry eyes that the druggist was
12 III, 1 |  standing aloof, was inwardly angry at this individual who took
13 III, 6 |       help it?”~Then she grew angry, reminding him of the promise
14 III, 6 |     were seen leaving it with angry faces. Handkerchiefs were
15 III, 8 | hospital trembled when he was angry; and his students so revered
16 III, 9 |     the funeral. He became so angry that she was silent, and
17 III, 11|   with him; he grew even more angry than she did. He had altogether