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 1  I, 9  |     singular opinions, finding fault with that which others approved,
 2 II, 3  | tragedy, for example, he found fault with the ideas, but admired
 3 II, 4  |   servant!”~But a more serious fault with which he reproached
 4 II, 9  |   there, that she always found fault with as too short.~One morning,
 5 II, 11 |       seems, but it’s your own fault. You should do this! do
 6 II, 13 |     you so beautiful? Is it my fault? O my God! No, no! Accuse
 7 II, 13 |       I can’t cry; it isn’t my fault.” Then, having emptied some
 8 III, 5 | workhouse. But it was Bovary’s fault. Luckily he had promised
 9 III, 6 |    good reasons; it wasn’t his fault; didn’t she know Homais—
10 III, 6 |     roughly that it wasn’t her fault.~What was the meaning of
11 III, 6 |      you. Besides, it isn’t my fault. It’s Vincart’s.”~“Could
12 III, 6 |      it was a surprise.~“Whose fault is that?” said Lheureux,
13 III, 8 |    Weren’t you happy? Is it my fault? I did all I could!”~“Yes,
14 III, 11|       he ever made—~“It is the fault of fatality!”~Rodolphe,