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  1  I, 1   |              to the class-master, he said to him in a low voice—~“
  2  I, 1   |              its peak shone.~“Rise,” said the master.~He stood up;
  3  I, 1   |             Get rid of your helmet,” said the master, who was a bit
  4  I, 1   |          master.~“My c-a-p,” timidly said the “new fellow,” casting
  5  I, 1   |          forty-five, sick of men, he said, and determined to live
  6  I, 1   |        playing the philosopher, even said he might as well go about
  7  I, 1   |           caring little for letters, said, “It was not worth while.
  8  I, 1   |           pleased with him, and even said the “young man” had a very
  9  I, 1(3)|                           A devotion said at morning, noon, and evening,
 10  I, 2   |          great capacity. Old Rouault said that he could not have been
 11  I, 2   |           she stayed there. They had said “Good-bye”; there was no
 12  I, 2   |              So it is for this,” she said to herself, “that his face
 13  I, 2   |              the window-curtain, she said, “O God!” gave a sigh and
 14  I, 3   |          could.~“I know what it is,” said he, clapping him on the
 15  I, 3   |          have something to drink. He said no; she insisted, and at
 16  I, 3   |         would have liked, but he was said to be well brought-up, economical,
 17  I, 3   |              If he asks for her,” he said to himself, “I’ll give her
 18  I, 3   |              t I know all about it?” said old Rouault, laughing softly.~“
 19  I, 7   |          never had the curiosity, he said, while he lived at Rouen,
 20  I, 7   |       stretched on a wooden foot. He said that “was quite good enough
 21  I, 8   |      Conflans’, and had been, it was said, the lover of Queen Marie
 22  I, 8   |             awkward for dancing,” he said.~“Dancing?” repeated Emma.~“
 23  I, 8   |        shoulder.~“Let me alone!” she said; “you are tumbling me.”~
 24  I, 8   |               Would you be so good,” said the lady, “as to pick up
 25  I, 8   |            when anyone went near and said “Tchk! tchk!” The boards
 26  I, 8   |              even two cigars in it,” said he; “they’ll do for this
 27  I, 8   |            rudely.~“Leave the room!” said Emma. “You are forgetting
 28  I, 8   |              make yourself ill,” she said scornfully.~He put down
 29  I, 8   |             Wednesday came round she said to herself as she awoke, “
 30  I, 9   |             be there to-morrow!” she said to herself.~And she followed
 31  I, 9   |             in her bed after she had said her prayers.~Sometimes in
 32  I, 9   |              a man! What a man!” she said in a low voice, biting her
 33  I, 9   |           have read everything,” she said to herself. And she sat
 34 II, 1   |     Lestiboudois!” the curie at last said to him one day. This grim
 35 II, 1   |             ll wear out his tongue,” said the chemist, as soon as
 36 II, 1   |            like a dab fish and never said a word.”~“Yes,” observed
 37 II, 1   |              is so strong.”~“Bravo!” said the chemist. “Now just send
 38 II, 1   |           end of long years. One, he said had been told of, who had
 39 II, 2   |            his respects to monsieur; said he was charmed to have been
 40 II, 2   |                If you were like me,” said Charles, “constantly obliged
 41 II, 2   |                he added.~“Moreover,” said the druggist, “the practice
 42 II, 2   |                Oh, I adore the sea!” said Monsieur Leon.~“And then,
 43 II, 2   |         putting it to your husband,” said the chemist, “with regard
 44 II, 2   |              doesn’t care about it,” said Charles; “although she has
 45 II, 2   |        burning?”~“What, indeed?” she said, fixing her large black
 46 II, 2   |             true! That is true?” she said.~“Has it ever happened to
 47 II, 2   |           replied.~“That is why,” he said, “I especially love the
 48 II, 2   |         honour of making use of it”, said the chemist, who had just
 49 II, 2   |            the hazard of all that is said brings you back to the fixed
 50 II, 3   |        things that he could not have said so well before? He was usually
 51 II, 3   |              rising.~“It is a girl!” said Charles.~She turned her
 52 II, 3   |          outsiders.~“Monsieur Leon,” said the chemist, “with whom
 53 II, 3   |           grey awning.~Madame Bovary said she was going to see her
 54 II, 3   |       beginning to grow tired.~“If—” said Leon, not daring to go on.~“
 55 II, 3   |            the country.~“Go in,” she said; “your little one is there
 56 II, 3   |           gives me other doses,” she said: “I am always a-washing
 57 II, 3   |               Very well! very well!” said Emma. “Good morning, Madame
 58 II, 3   |             captain—~“Oh, be quick!” said Emma.~“Well,” the nurse
 59 II, 3   |        begged—“a jar of brandy,” she said at last, “and I’d rub your
 60 II, 3   |        fingers.~“How bored I am!” he said to himself, “how bored I
 61 II, 4   |           house.~“The young dog,” he said, “is beginning to have ideas,
 62 II, 5   |       Charles offered his.~“Ah!” she said to herself, “he carried
 63 II, 5   |         evening.~“Monsieur Leon,” he said, “went to his room early.”~
 64 II, 5   |              been formerly; a pedlar said some, a banker at Routot
 65 II, 5   |           not require anything,” she said.~Then Monsieur Lheureux
 66 II, 5   |           gesture of surprise.~“Ah!” said he quickly and in a low
 67 II, 5   |           the weather, no doubt,” he said, looking frowningly at the
 68 II, 5   |           her.~“How good I was!” she said to herself, thinking of
 69 II, 5   |               At last, however, Leon said that he should have, one
 70 II, 5   |             on his praises, which he said everyone was singing, especially
 71 II, 5   |         forehead: “What madness!” he said to himself. “And how to
 72 II, 5   |          this seduction. The chemist said—~“She is a woman of great
 73 II, 5   |            torment those chaste lips said nothing. She was in love
 74 II, 5   |          crises.~“It is the nerves,” said Emma. “Do not speak to him
 75 II, 6   |              Bovary, “Excuse me,” he said; “I did not recognise you.”~
 76 II, 6   |              think of it?”~“He!” she said with a gesture of contempt.~“
 77 II, 6   |            something for you?”~“Ah!” said Emma, “it is no earthly
 78 II, 6   |          upon the priest. “Yes,” she said, “you solace all sorrows.”~“
 79 II, 6   |          planting them there.~“Yes,” said he, when he returned to
 80 II, 6   |                 Fire in the winter,” said the priest.~“Oh, what does
 81 II, 6   |             Then, Madame Bovary,” he said at last, “excuse me, but
 82 II, 6   |     apron-strings.~“Leave me alone,” said the latter, putting her
 83 II, 6   |             you leave me alone?” she said, pushing her with her elbow.~
 84 II, 6   |             come home.~“Look, dear!” said Emma, in a calm voice, “
 85 II, 6   |         assure you it’s nothing.” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “
 86 II, 6   |             take enough recreation,” said the collector.~“What recreation?”~“
 87 II, 6   |            clerk.~“Ah! that’s true,” said the other, rubbing his chin
 88 II, 6   |          hurriedly.~“It is I again!” said Leon.~“I was sure of it!”~
 89 II, 6   |         should like to kiss Berthe,” said Leon.~Emma went down a few
 90 II, 6   |         mother.~“Take her away,” she said.~They remained alone—Madame
 91 II, 6   |                It is going to rain,” said Emma.~“I have a cloak,”
 92 II, 6   |          English fashion, then,” she said, giving her own hand wholly
 93 II, 6   |       waiting for him.~“Embrace me,” said the druggist with tears
 94 II, 6   |                Come, Leon, jump in,” said the notary.~Homais bend
 95 II, 6   |              journey!”~“Good-night,” said Monsieur Guillaumin. “Give
 96 II, 6   |           six during dinner.~“Well,” said he, “so we’ve sent off our
 97 II, 6   |             than ours.”~“Poor Leon!” said Charles. “How will he live
 98 II, 6   |          Bovary sighed.~“Get along!” said the chemist, smacking his
 99 II, 6   |         objected Bovary.~“Nor do I,” said Monsieur Homais quickly; “
100 II, 6   |           very good matches.”~“But,” said the doctor, “I fear for
101 II, 6   |     pernicious step.~“That is true,” said Charles; “but I was thinking
102 II, 7   |             Yet she is always busy,” said Charles.~“Ah! always busy
103 II, 7   |              my lad.”~“No, no, sir,” said the other; “get on.”~And
104 II, 7   |            exclaimed Charles.~“Lor!” said the peasant, “one would
105 II, 7   |            off.~“I thought as much,” said Bovary, pressing his finger
106 II, 7   |           compress.~“It is nothing,” said Monsieur Boulanger quietly,
107 II, 7   |            must hide this from him,” said Charles.~Madame Bovary took
108 II, 7   |             head to foot.~“Fool!” he said, “really a little fool!
109 II, 7   |           extraordinary for a lady,” said Monsieur Boulanger; “but
110 II, 7   |             pistols.”~“For my part,” said the chemist, “the sight
111 II, 7   |              he looked at Emma as he said this. Then he put three
112 II, 7   |              She is very pretty,” he said to himself; “she is very
113 II, 8   |            re going down there!” she said contemptuously.~“Yes, I
114 II, 8   |              Just look at them!” she said. “It’s past comprehension!
115 II, 8   |               a sneak.”~“There!” she said. “Look at him! he is in
116 II, 8   |         slowly, and, smiling at her, said in a rough tone—~“It’s only
117 II, 8   |             you got rid of him!” she said, laughing.~“Why,” he went
118 II, 8   |           pretty Easter daisies,” he said, “and enough of them to
119 II, 8   |        quickly, and smiling amiably, said—~“What! Monsieur Boulanger,
120 II, 8   |             disappeared—~“Ma foi!12” said he, “I shall not go. Your
121 II, 8   |                 It’s waste of time,” said Emma.~“That is true,” replied
122 II, 8   |             lost there.~“And I too,” said Rodolphe, “am drifting into
123 II, 8   |              depression.”~“You!” she said in astonishment; “I thought
124 II, 8   |               and your friends?” she said. “You do not think of them.”~“
125 II, 8   |                 Yet it seems to me,” said Emma, “that you are not
126 II, 8   |         pitied.”~“Ah! you think so?” said Rodolphe.~“For, after all,”
127 II, 8   |             the platform.~“I think,” said Monsieur Lheureux to the
128 II, 8   |           the fine arts?”~“I ought,” said Rodolphe, “to get back a
129 II, 8   |              little further.”~“Why?” said Emma.~But at this moment
130 II, 8   |            are slandering yourself,” said Emma.~“No! It is dreadful,
131 II, 8   |              so?” she asked.~“What!” said he. “Do you not know that
132 II, 8   |           what you have understood,” said the councillor.~“You, farmers,
133 II, 8   |      practice of duty—”~“Ah! again!” said Rodolphe. “Always ‘duty.’
134 II, 8   |             a word?”~“But one must,” said Emma, “to some extent bow
135 II, 8   |            drawn nearer to Emma, and said to her in a low voice, speaking
136 II, 8   |             intoning his phrases. He said—“Continue, persevere; listen
137 II, 8   |             existence.~“Thus we,” he said, “why did we come to know
138 II, 8   |           Nicaise Elizabeth Leroux!” said the councillor, who had
139 II, 8   |           approach!”~“Are you deaf?” said Tuvache, fidgeting in his
140 II, 8   |             dreaming of what she had said, of the line of her lips;
141 II, 8   |              of the traces.~“Truly,” said the druggist, “one ought
142 II, 8   |            would not do ill,” Homais said to him, “to send one of
143 II, 8   |          right!”~“Do not be uneasy,” said the druggist, when he returned
144 II, 8   |          rest.”~“Ma foi! I want it,” said Madame Homais, yawning at
145 II, 9   |            day after the show he had said to himself—“We mustn’t go
146 II, 9   |        conventional phrases.~“I,” he said, “have been busy. I have
147 II, 9   |       Seriously?” she cried.~“Well,” said Rodolphe, sitting down at
148 II, 9   |          went on—~“Emma!”~“Sir,” she said, drawing back a little.~“
149 II, 9   |               Oh, you are good!” she said.~“No, I love you, that is
150 II, 9   |           morning, doctor,” Rodolphe said to him.~The doctor, flattered
151 II, 9   |             speaking to me,” he then said, “about her health.”~Charles
152 II, 9   |              to explain his visit he said that his ploughman, the
153 II, 9   |       giddiness.~“I’ll call around,” said Bovary.~“No, no! I’ll send
154 II, 9   |           deuce do I care for that?” said Charles, making a pirouette. “
155 II, 9   |              out.~“God protects us!” said Rodolphe.~“Do you think
156 II, 9   |                Do you think so?” she said.~“Forward! forward!” he
157 II, 9   |           stopped. “I am tired,” she said.~“Come, try again,” he went
158 II, 9   |          amorous and humid look, she said hurriedly—~“Ah! do not speak
159 II, 9   |              arm. They went back. He said—~“What was the matter with
160 II, 9   |            leaves.~“Oh! one moment!” said Rodolphe. “Do not let us
161 II, 9   |              wrong! I am wrong!” she said. “I am mad to listen to
162 II, 9   |               Emma!”~“Oh, Rodolphe!” said the young woman slowly,
163 II, 9   |          lighted candles.~“Emma!” he said.~“What?”~“Well, I spent
164 II, 9   |            the matter with you?” she said. “Are you ill? Tell me!”~
165 II, 10  |            out so early?”~“Yes,” she said stammering; “I am just coming
166 II, 10  |            sugar acid.~“Sugar acid!” said the chemist contemptuously, “
167 II, 10  |             low voice.~“Hush! hush!” said Emma, pointing with her
168 II, 10  |             hard you are breathing!” said Madame Homais.~“Well, you
169 II, 10  |           too.~“Come, now, Emma,” he said, “it is time.”~“Yes, I am
170 II, 10  |              Someone is coming!” she said.~He blew out the light.~“
171 II, 10  |         sentence with a gesture that said, “I could crush him with
172 II, 10  |               and she sometimes even said to him, gazing at the moon~“
173 II, 10  |              he had seen you, and he said not, but that he had seen
174 II, 10  |             arms.~“Bring her to me,” said her mother, rushing to embrace
175 II, 11  |     strephopody or club-foot.~“For,” said he to Emma, “what risk is
176 II, 11  |             kisses.~“Come, be calm,” said the druggist; “later on
177 II, 11  |            read.~“Read it yourself,” said Bovary.~He read—~“ ‘Despite
178 II, 11  |              is too much! too much!” said Charles, choking with emotion.~“
179 II, 11  |           masses must—’”~“No doubt,” said Bovary; “go on!”~“I proceed,”
180 II, 11  |        Bovary; “go on!”~“I proceed,” said the chemist. “‘Monsieur
181 II, 11  |         brawled.~“How are you?” they said, clapping him on the shoulder. “
182 II, 11  |              listen to him, my lad,” said Mere Lefrancois, “Haven’
183 II, 11  |            himself to Heaven.~“For,” said the ecclesiastic in a paternal
184 II, 11  |            they were prejudicial, he said, to Hippolyte’s convalescence,
185 II, 11  |             and his gig. People even said about this—~“Ah! Monsieur
186 II, 11  |           himself.~“I count on you,” said the doctor. “Are we ready?
187 II, 11  |              a simple spectator,” he said, “the imagination, you know,
188 II, 11  |           the floor.~“Sit down,” she said; “you fidget me.”~He sat
189 II, 11  |             my own!”~“Leave me!” she said, red with anger.~“What is
190 II, 12  |              look lost.~“Why, what?” said Rodolphe.~She sighed.~“We
191 II, 12  |              You are really mad!” he said laughing. “How could that
192 II, 12  |             her.~“Let me alone,” she said, moving her pot of starch. “
193 II, 12  |           you are of spoiling them!” said the servant, who wasn’t
194 II, 12  |               very well, take them!” said Emma.~“I was only joking,”
195 II, 12  |             it to me.”~“No, no!” she said.~“Ah! I’ve got you!” thought
196 II, 12  |   arrangement to suggest to you,” he said. “If, instead of the sum
197 II, 12  |             take—”~“Here it is,” she said placing fourteen napoleons
198 II, 12  |          When midnight strikes,” she said, “you must think of me.”~
199 II, 12  |             often heard these things said that they did not strike
200 II, 12  |              case.~“Leave the room!” said the young woman, springing
201 II, 12  |              of a marchioness as she said—~“Excuse me, madame.”~Then,
202 II, 12  |             arms.~“Do take care!” he said.~“Ah! if you knew!” she
203 II, 12  |            that he lost his head and said “What is, it? What do you
204 II, 12  |          helped!”~“What a woman!” he said to himself, watching her
205 II, 12  |           Monsieur Lheureux, and had said to him—~“I want a cloak—
206 II, 12  |             s a row on here.”~“And,” said Madame Bovary, taking her
207 II, 12  |             wanted two more; then he said he was ill; next he went
208 II, 12  |             the wall.~“You are sad,” said Emma.~“No; why?”~And yet
209 II, 12  |               How sweet you are!” he said, seizing her in his arms.~“
210 II, 12  |              his arms.~“Really!” she said with a voluptuous laugh. “
211 II, 12  |            Ah! what a lovely night!” said Rodolphe.~“We shall have
212 II, 12  |         Midnight struck.~“Midnight!” said she. “Come, it is to-morrow.
213 II, 12  |        signal for their flight, Emma said, suddenly assuming a gay
214 II, 12  |                Till to-morrow then!” said Emma in a last caress; and
215 II, 12  |           What an imbecile I am!” he said with a fearful oath. “No
216 II, 13  |        carved upon the wall.~“Come,” said he, “let’s begin.”~He wrote—~“
217 II, 13  |          word that always tells,” he said to himself.~“Ah, if you
218 II, 13  |            Now how am I to sign?” he said to himself. “ ‘Yours devotedly?’
219 II, 13  |            If she asks after me,” he said, “you will tell her that
220 II, 13  | kitchen-table with Felicite.~“Here,” said the ploughboy, “is something
221 II, 13  |          seems.”~“Who told you?” she said, shuddering.~“Who told me!”
222 II, 13  |              into it.~“Ah! perfect!” said he; “just taste!”~And he
223 II, 13  |           then—~“It is nothing,” she said, “it is nothing! It is nervousness.
224 II, 13  |              some aromatic vinegar,” said the druggist.~Then as she
225 II, 13  |             for you!”~“Speak to us,” said Charles; “collect yourself;
226 II, 13  |          turning away her head, Emma said in a broken voice “No, no!
227 II, 13  |                Do not be uneasy,” he said, touching his elbow; “I
228 II, 13  |              care; you’ll wake her!” said Bovary in a low voice.~“
229 II, 13  |          curious, is it not?”~“Yes,” said Charles, who was not listening
230 II, 13  |           upon?”~“In what way? How?” said Bovary.~“Ah! that is it.
231 II, 13  |          tire yourself, my darling!” said Bovary. And, pushing her
232 II, 13  |              Oh! no; not there!” she said in a faltering voice.~She
233 II, 14  |            of ideal expressions. She said to her child, “Is your stomach-ache
234 II, 14  |                So you love him?” she said.~And without waiting for
235 II, 14  |        approval of the druggist, who said to her in a friendly way—~“
236 II, 14  |              bottles.~“You must,” he said, throwing a satisfied glance
237 II, 14  |      diplomacy for the people.~ “I,” said Binet, “once saw a piece
238 II, 14  |             the Bible.”~“No matter,” said Homais. “I am surprised
239 II, 14  |        kicking about.”~“Come, come!” said the cure.~“Ah! I’ve known
240 II, 14  |              Well, they were wrong,” said Bournisien, resigned to
241 II, 14  |            had gone, Monsieur Homais said to the doctor—~“That’s what
242 II, 14  |              a pleasant journey!” he said to them; “happy mortals
243 II, 15  |        showing his white teeth. They said that a Polish princess having
244 II, 15  |              moonlit night when they said, “To-morrow! to-morrow!”
245 II, 15  |         other one who came on before said, ‘I love Lucie and she loves
246 II, 15  |                What does it matter?” said Emma. “Do be quiet!”~“Yes,
247 II, 15  |           green leaves, and they had said good-bye standing at the
248 II, 15  |                Does this amuse you?” said he, bending over her so
249 II, 15  |               not yet; let us stay,” said Bovary. “Her hair’s undone;
250 II, 15  |               She screams too loud,” said she, turning to Charles,
251 II, 15  |       opinion.~Then with a sigh Leon said—~“The heat is—”~“Unbearable!
252 II, 15  |          time to time, for fear, she said, of boring Monsieur Leon;
253 II, 15  |       beginning to amuse me.”~“Why,” said the clerk, “he will soon
254 II, 15  |         marble.~“I am really sorry,” said Bovary, “about the money
255 II, 15  |       cordiality, and taking his hat said—~“It is settled, isn’t it?
256 III, 1  |         staying.~“Oh, I divined it!” said Leon.~He pretended he had
257 III, 1  |          stay?” he added.~“Yes,” she said, “and I am wrong. One ought
258 III, 1  |           hair.~“But pardon me!” she said. “It is wrong of me. I weary
259 III, 1  |             I should much like,” she said, “to be a nurse at a hospital.”~“
260 III, 1  |         flowers.”~“Poor friend!” she said, holding out her hand to
261 III, 1  |            remember it.”~“I do,” she said; “go on.”~“You were downstairs
262 III, 1  |            and from time to time she said in a low voice, her eyes
263 III, 1  |              sat down again.~“Well!” said Leon.~“Well!” she replied.~
264 III, 1  |   interrupted conversation, when she said to him—~“How is it that
265 III, 1  |         sentiments to me?”~The clerk said that ideal natures were
266 III, 1  |             Ah! how late it is!” she said; “how we do chatter!”~He
267 III, 1  |              the next day.~“Really!” said Leon.~“Yes.”~“But I must
268 III, 1  |              Yet you speak plainly,” said Emma.~“Ah! you can jest.
269 III, 1  |           mad! Ah! you are mad!” she said, with sounding little laughs,
270 III, 1  |          give it to him myself,” she said; “he will come.”~The next
271 III, 1  |    curiosities of the church?”~“No!” said the other.~And he first
272 III, 1  |             walked fast.~“Read!” she said, holding out a paper to
273 III, 1  |          cried the clerk.~“Why not?” said she. For she clung with
274 III, 1  |   inscription or carving—~“This,” he said majestically, “is the circumference
275 III, 1  |            the joy—”~“Let us go on,” said Leon.~The old fellow started
276 III, 1  |         ill-made statue.~“Truly,” he said with a groan, “it adorned
277 III, 1  |           steeple!”~“No, thank you!” said Leon.~“You are wrong, sir!
278 III, 1  |             where are we going?” she said.~Making no answer, he walked
279 III, 1  |          coachman.~“Where you like,” said Leon, forcing Emma into
280 III, 2  |           climbing up to the window, said mysteriously—~“Madame, you
281 III, 2  |          magistrate—”~“Now be calm,” said Madame Homais.~And Athalie,
282 III, 2  |       bandages!”~“I thought you had—“said Emma.~“Presently! Do you
283 III, 2  |           mouth.~“CONJUGAL—LOVE!” he said, slowly separating the two
284 III, 2  |       pictures.~“Leave the room,” he said imperiously; and they went
285 III, 2  |              me—”~“But really, sir,” said Emma, “you wished to tell
286 III, 2  |           forward with open arms and said to her with tears in his
287 III, 2  |             ve a pretty bouquet,” he said, noticing Leon’s violets
288 III, 2  |               I beg your pardon,” he said, “but I should like to have
289 III, 2  |            for she rose; and Charles said to his mother, “It is nothing
290 III, 2  |               in spite of all people said, to find butter for his
291 III, 2  |    misunderstanding, for Charles had said nothing of the dispute about
292 III, 2  |       himself,” as Homais would have said, and always dropping some
293 III, 2  |         convalescence, had certainly said something about it to her,
294 III, 2  |                How good you are!” he said, kissing her forehead.~The
295 III, 3  |            looked at it, and at last said—~“Perhaps it belongs to
296 III, 3  |             me it is all right?” she said with her last kiss.~“Yes,
297 III, 4  |   intolerable. “I would rather die!” said Emma. She was writhing in
298 III, 4  |               Yes, so it is—rather,” said Charles, giggling stupidly. “
299 III, 4  |           celebrities.”~“Find them!” said Emma.~The next day when
300 III, 4  |          herself.~“If you liked,” he said, “a lesson from time to
301 III, 5  |        spouses eternally young. They said “our room,” “our carpet,”
302 III, 5  |                our carpet,” she even said “my slippers,” a gift of
303 III, 5  |            if she were unwell.~“No,” said Emma.~“But,” he replied, “
304 III, 5  |              the bedclothes.~“Come!” said she, “that will do. Now
305 III, 5  |             lost later on.~She often said to him, with her sweet,
306 III, 5  |              Yes, that is true,” she said. “I am mad. Kiss me!”~To
307 III, 5  |              one evening suddenly he said—~“It is Mademoiselle Lempereur,
308 III, 5  |             my name.”~“But perhaps,” said the doctor, “there are several
309 III, 5  |               I will find them,” she said.~And, in fact, on the following
310 III, 5  |           such an extent that if she said she had the day before walked
311 III, 5  |             room, shut the door, and said, “I must have some money.”~
312 III, 5  |              were in your place,” he said, “I should clear myself
313 III, 5  |            air. “Leave me the bill,” said Emma.~“Oh, it isn’t worth
314 III, 5  |           her account the shopkeeper said—~“It really grieves me,
315 III, 5  |             francs.~“Sign these,” he said, “and keep it all!”~She
316 III, 5  |         piece of paper.~“Thank you,” said the old woman. And she threw
317 III, 5  |          that Madame Bovary, senior, said she would leave. She went
318 III, 5  |            drawn up.~“I understand,” said the notary; “a man of science
319 III, 5  |           high, without fear, so she said, of compromising herself.
320 III, 5  |            went away.~“I am mad,” he said; “no doubt they kept her
321 III, 5  |               it isn’t worth while,” said Emma. “She went out just
322 III, 5  |              Pshaw! come along,” she said.~And he slipped out.~She
323 III, 5  |            care for your money,” she said laughing.~Each time Leon
324 III, 6  |             must be very lonely,” he said suddenly, “here at Rouen.
325 III, 6  |          women.~“I approve of that,” said the chemist; “they have
326 III, 6  |              are an artistic taste!” said Homais. “Waiter! two cups
327 III, 6  |              Ah! I will escort you,” said Homais.~And all the while
328 III, 6  |             You will come back?” she said.~“Yes.”~“But when?”~“Immediately.”~“
329 III, 6  |        Immediately.”~“It’s a trick,” said the chemist, when he saw
330 III, 6  |            about his companions. She said to him—~“Don’t see them;
331 III, 6  |        others.~“Yet I love him,” she said to herself.~No matter! She
332 III, 6  |             Monsieur Vincart?”~“Oh,” said Emma, “tell him that I haven’
333 III, 6  |          parcel.~“Your obedient!” he said; “I am at your service.”~
334 III, 6  |            of his ledgers, “See,” he said. Then running up the page
335 III, 6  |             in, I might—”~“Besides,” said she, “as soon as the balance
336 III, 6  |            sale.”~“Isn’t it lovely?” said Lheureux. “It is very much
337 III, 6  |            in his arms.~“Ah, no!” he said to himself; “I should worry
338 III, 6  |          mother.~“Call the servant,” said Charles. “You know, dearie,
339 III, 6  |               and, folding his arms, said to her—~“My good lady, did
340 III, 6  |                Whose fault is that?” said Lheureux, bowing ironically. “
341 III, 6  |             her, and in a soft voice said—~“It isn’t pleasant, I know;
342 III, 6  |              where am I to get any?” said Emma, wringing her hands.~“
343 III, 6  |          heart.~“I promise you,” she said, “to sign—”~“I’ve enough
344 III, 6  |          something.”~“Get along!” he said, shrugging his shoulders; “
345 III, 6  |          despair!”~“What do I care?” said he, shutting the door.~
346 III, 7  |               Ah! a correspondence,” said Maitre Hareng, with a discreet
347 III, 7  |            anyone walking upstairs?” said Charles.~“No,” she replied; “
348 III, 7  |               She was very pale. She said to him—~“Leon, you will
349 III, 7  |             are!” she cried.~Then he said stupidly, “You are exaggerating
350 III, 7  |              Charmed to see you,” he said, offering Emma a hand to
351 III, 7  |           had come unnailed.~“This,” said the chemist, “is a scrofulous
352 III, 7  |              of it. But the druggist said that he would cure himself
353 III, 7  |           pretty well known.”~“Now,” said Hivert, “for all this trouble
354 III, 7  |             Come what may come!” she said to herself. “And then, who
355 III, 7  |         rudeness.~“I have come,” she said, “to beg you, sir—”~“What,
356 III, 7  |          that her feet were damp, he said—~“Do get closer to the stove;
357 III, 7  |            me?”~“I hardly know,” she said.~“Why, hey? Did I frighten
358 III, 7  |          horribly.~She sprang up and said to him—~“Sir, I am waiting.”~“
359 III, 7  |             am waiting.”~“For what?” said the notary, who suddenly
360 III, 7  |      scoundrel! what an infamy!” she said to herself, as she fled
361 III, 7  |              the door. “Well?”~“No!” said Emma.~And for a quarter
362 III, 7  |             order something of him?” said Madame Tuvache.~“Why, he
363 III, 7  |            she making him advances?” said Madame Tuvache. Binet was
364 III, 7  |           that ought to be whipped,” said Madame Tuvache.~“But where
365 III, 7  |     conjectures.~“Nurse Rollet,” she said on reaching the nurse’s, “
366 III, 7  |               What’s bothering her?” said the nurse to herself. “Why
367 III, 7  |           she had spoken Mere Rollet said to her—~“There is no one
368 III, 8  |          pipe.~“What! it is you!” he said, getting up hurriedly.~“
369 III, 8  |             person.~“No matter!” she said, looking at him sadly. “
370 III, 8  |        perhaps.”~“You think so?” she said, drawing nearer, and she
371 III, 8  |          sinking upon his breast she said to him—~“How did you think
372 III, 8  |         thousand francs.”~“But—but—” said he, getting up slowly, while
373 III, 8  |            she came for.” At last he said with a calm air—~“Dear madame,
374 III, 8  |           himself.~“Ah! I pity you,” said Emma. “Yes—very much.”~And
375 III, 8  |            bet? Yet you loved me—you said so. And but a moment since—
376 III, 8  |          date and the hour. Then she said in a solemn tone:~“You are
377 III, 8  |            she sighed.~“What is it?” said Charles, who was handing
378 III, 8  |          pillow.~“Take it away,” she said quickly; “throw it away.”~
379 III, 8  |      singular,” he repeated.~But she said in a firm voice, “No, you
380 III, 8  |              Well, there—there!” she said in a faint voice. He flew
381 III, 8  |             were dancing.~“Be calm,” said the druggist; “we have only
382 III, 8  |            was arsenic.~“Very well,” said Homais, “we must make an
383 III, 8  |            sobbing.~“Don’t cry,” she said to him. “Soon I shall not
384 III, 8  |             Bring me the child,” she said, raising herself on her
385 III, 8  |             this opinion, and, as he said of himself, “never beating
386 III, 8  |              The effect must cease,” said Homais, “that is evident.”~“
387 III, 8  |        tremble.~“What’s the matter?” said the chemist.~At this question
388 III, 8  |             would have done better,” said the physician, “to introduce
389 III, 8  |        himself.~“Saccharum, doctor?” said he, offering the sugar.~
390 III, 8  |             blood that’s too thick,” said the physician.~And, smiling
391 III, 9  |           Restrain yourself!”~“Yes.” said he, struggling, “I’ll be
392 III, 9  |           wife!”~And he wept.~“Cry,” said the chemist; “let nature
393 III, 9  |           flags of the floor.~“Now,” said the chemist, “you ought
394 III, 9  |             geraniums.~“Ah! thanks,” said Charles; “you are good.”~
395 III, 9  |           soon be here again.”~“Ah!” said Bovary.~The druggist, at
396 III, 9  |              at once went to him and said—~“This velvet seems to me
397 III, 9  |             Christian?”~“Excuse me,” said Homais; “I admire Christianity.
398 III, 9  |            Come, my good friend,” he said, “withdraw; this spectacle
399 III, 9  |        discussions.~“Read Voltaire,” said the one, “read D’Holbach,
400 III, 9  |              some Portuguese Jews,’” said the other; “read ‘The Meaning
401 III, 9  |         marvels of magnetism, and he said to himself that by willing
402 III, 9  |            mistress!”~“Look at her,” said the landlady, sighing; “
403 III, 9  |             just come and help,” she said to the chemist. “Perhaps
404 III, 9  |          celibacy of priests.~“For,” said the chemist, “it is unnatural
405 III, 9  |           take a pinch of snuff,” he said to him. “Take it; it’ll
406 III, 9  |              hear that dog howling?” said the chemist.~“They smell
407 III, 9  |            the last glass the priest said to the druggist, as he clapped
408 III, 10 |          fire as it dashed along.~He said to himself that no doubt
409 III, 10 |              I haven’t had leisure,” said Homais, “to prepare a few
410 III, 10 |         shall never forget that,” he said, slapping his thigh. “Never
411 III, 11 |            another platonically,” he said to himself.~Besides, Charles
412 III, 11 |         growing intolerant, fanatic, said Homais. He thundered against
413 III, 11 |              his patients. Then they said “he shut himself up to drink.”~
414 III, 11 |               I don’t blame you,” he said.~Rodolphe was dumb. And
415 III, 11 |               Come along, papa,” she said.~And thinking he wanted