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1  I, 1 |          at the age of forty-five, sick of men, he said, and determined
2  I, 1 | administering the viaticum to some sick person in the neighbourhood,
3  I, 6 |            book, and she loved the sick lamb, the sacred heart pierced
4  I, 9 |         and the vine, like a great sick serpent under the coping
5 II, 3 |            girl, who had just been sick over her collar.~The nurse
6 II, 4 |    preserving cheese and of curing sick wines.~At eight o’clock
7 II, 8 |     Rodolphe. “Always ‘duty.’ I am sick of the word. They are a
8 II, 11|        more. Bovary himself turned sick at it. He came every hour,
9 III, 6|           hundred-fold. She was as sick of him as he was weary of