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 1  I, 1 |      fellow,” casting troubled looks round him.~“Five hundred
 2  I, 1 |   fallen in love with his good looks. A fine man, a great talker,
 3  I, 7 |       silence, as a ruined man looks through the windows at people
 4  I, 7 |     garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui,
 5  I, 8 |    young. In their unconcerned looks was the calm of passions
 6 II, 8 |       she looked at him as one looks at a traveller who has voyaged
 7 II, 12|  Bovary’s manners changed. Her looks grew bolder, her speech
 8 II, 12| expressly for her long amorous looks in which the pupil disappeared,
 9 II, 14|     words so affectionate with looks so haughty, such contradictory
10 II, 15|     and he cast round laughing looks showing his white teeth.
11 III, 6|       of dress and languishing looks. She brought roses to her
12 III, 7|       walking about with happy looks. She reached the Place du
13 III, 9|     teeth; he raised to heaven looks of malediction, but not
14 III, 9|       that viscous pallor that looks like a thin web, as if spiders
15 III, 9|  puffed-up faces, and frowning looks, after so much disagreement