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 1  I, 7  |       ride slowly up steep road, listening to the song of the postilion
 2  I, 8  |      With her other ear Emma was listening to a conversation full of
 3 II, 1  |       longer heeded him; she was listening to a distant rolling. One
 4 II, 4  |          afar; she leant forward listening, and the young man glided
 5 II, 4  |        Justin was his constantly listening to conversation. On Sunday,
 6 II, 13 |        said Charles, who was not listening to him.~“This shows us,”
 7 II, 15 |      turning to Charles, who was listening.~“Yes—a little,” he replied,
 8 III, 4 |         evening when Charles was listening to her, she began the same
 9 III, 5 | leisurely harnessing his horses, listening, moreover, to Mere Lefrancois,
10 III, 7 |        sir—”~“What, madame? I am listening.”~And she began explaining
11 III, 7 |       tax-collector seemed to be listening with wide-open eyes, as
12 III, 8 |       cried Bovary.~And, without listening to the chemist, who was
13 III, 8 |           Then, while apparently listening to Canivet, he rubbed his
14 III, 9 |      both talked at once without listening to each other. Bournisien
15 III, 11|         slip in. Charles was not listening to him; Rodolphe noticed