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 1  I, 4  |      behind he stopped to take breath, slowly rosined his bow,
 2  I, 9  |       of the pensive worker. A breath of love had passed over
 3 II, 6  |      stopped, he was so out of breath. As he came in, Madame Bovary
 4 II, 7  |    eyes staring he drew a long breath; then going around him he
 5 II, 8  |     but Madame Bovary lost her breath; so he walked more slowly,
 6 II, 8  |       to and fro in the subtle breath of the perfume which suffused
 7 II, 9  |        run; she arrived out of breath, with rosy cheeks, and breathing
 8 II, 15 |    saying to her, quite out of breath—~“Ma foi! I thought I should
 9 II, 15 |     shuddering beneath the hot breath from his nostrils falling
10 III, 1 |       when he had taken a deep breath—~“At that time you were
11 III, 1 |      them they heard a panting breath interrupted by the regular
12 III, 5 |      phrase came to her like a breath of fresh air. “Leave me
13 III, 6 |       from balconies under the breath of flowers, in the light
14 III, 7 |  against her cheek his panting breath. This man oppressed her
15 III, 8 |       by the gate, holding her breath, feeling her way along the
16 III, 11| recited Pythagoras’ table in a breath. He was the happiest of