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 1  I, 6  |       always well dressed, and weeping like fountains. For six
 2 II, 3  |       her mother, her cousins, weeping for other’s woes, letting
 3 II, 8  |       housewife, he hung it up weeping on the modest walls of his
 4 II, 11 | fancying some nervous illness, weeping, and vaguely feeling something
 5 III, 1 |        demoralised, and almost weeping with thirst, fatigue, and
 6 III, 4 |      was writhing in his arms, weeping. “Adieu! adieu! When shall
 7 III, 7 |        love; and she walked on weeping beneath her veil, giddy,
 8 III, 8 |  rattling sound in his throat, weeping, and choked by sobs that
 9 III, 8 |      red as fire, Charles, not weeping, stood opposite her at the
10 III, 10|        consciousness, he fell, weeping, into Bovary’s arms: “My
11 III, 10|       a child was on his knees weeping, and his heart, rent by
12 III, 11|     Homais always stuck to the weeping willow, which he looked