Part, Chapter

 1 II, 2  |   place.”~“It is so tedious,” sighed the clerk, “to be always
 2 II, 6  |          My God! my God!” she sighed.~“It is indigestion, no
 3 II, 6  | herself.~“Well, good-bye,” he sighed.~She raised her head with
 4 II, 6  |    used to it?”~Madame Bovary sighed.~“Get along!” said the chemist,
 5 II, 12 |     what?” said Rodolphe.~She sighed.~“We would go and live elsewhere—
 6 II, 14 |   bound not to budge from it, sighed as he saw them go.~“Well,
 7 III, 1 |    with her toes.~At last she sighed.~“But the most wretched
 8 III, 2 |     full of distress. Once he sighed, “I should have liked to
 9 III, 4 |       Bovary were there), she sighed—~“Ah! my poor piano!”~And
10 III, 7 |       other. At last Felicite sighed—~“If I were you, madame,
11 III, 8 |       drawing nearer, and she sighed. “Oh, Rodolphe! if you but
12 III, 8 | thirsty; oh! so thirsty,” she sighed.~“What is it?” said Charles,
13 III, 9 | rebellion is still upon you,” sighed the ecclesiastic.~Bovary
14 III, 9 |     about four in the morning sighed—~“My word! I should like
15 III, 10|        At last the old fellow sighed—~“Do you remember, my friend,