Chapter

 1 Int |              his generous and candid heart. For seven years Flaubert
 2 Int |       whatever be the impulse of our heart and the appeal of our lips,
 3 Int |            unbends and pours out his heart. The humbler the victim,
 4 Int |          dead master who had won his heart in a manner he could not
 5 Int |              master of yore.~But his heart has been touched, nevertheless.
 6 Int |              terrors of his mind and heart.~What is the secret of this
 7 Int |          enchantment. He despised at heart the puppets that moved about
 8 Int |           the same time, his unhappy heart became softened and he became
 9 Int |         anything but a light, joyful heart. Who can say? Thinking becomes
10 Int |              a poor, proud, shameful heart, that old human heart that
11 Int |       shameful heart, that old human heart that people laugh at, but
12 Int | clear-sighted. And my eyes say to my heart, Hide yourself, old fellow,
13 Int |              terrifies him.~Then his heart expands. All the sentiments
14 Int |           flow make him sad, and his heart bleeds at all the wounds
15 I   |            the Convent of the Sacred Heart. He had kept her severely
16 I   |              had an affection of the heart, which kept her complaining
17 I   |            foliage, it sheltered her heart from sadness. Although she
18 I   |               She felt as though her heart was expanding and she began
19 I   |              overcame her fluttering heart. It was her sun, her dawn!
20 II  |              casting a little of her heart into every fold of these
21 II  |              ideas and desires; each heart imagines itself to have
22 III |          pendulum was beating like a heart, the heart of a friend;
23 III |            beating like a heart, the heart of a friend; that it was
24 III |               and pressing it to her heart, she covered its painted
25 III |             His presence stirred her heart; she blushed and grew pale
26 III |               did the emotion of her heart follow the course of her
27 III |           veins until it reached the heart of her companion? Did he
28 IV  |           vicomte appeared.~Jeanne’s heart began to throb wildly. The
29 IV  |           her breath came quick, her heart beat fast. Some low branches
30 V   |              had ceased talking, her heart was full. She took Julien’
31 VI  |             she felt a weight at her heart on only looking out of the
32 VI  |              She felt a spasm at her heart as at the remembrance of
33 VI  |           her father and mother. The heart has mysteries that no arguments
34 VI  |         occupations, awakened in her heart. A sort of pensive melancholy,
35 VI  |              stranger whose mind and heart were closed to her. She
36 VI  |             to permeate one’s lungs, heart and skin with melancholy.~
37 VI  |            thumping of the baroness’ heart.~At dinner Julien was more
38 VI  |        Mediterranean,” had wrung her heart afresh, sending her thoughts
39 VII |          tightness in her chest, her heart began to beat with hard,
40 VII |       weather like this?”~But as her heart began to beat tumultuously
41 VII |          felt a horrible pain in her heart, and wanted to escape once
42 VII |             the sheets, and with her heart beating wildly. She could
43 VII |             Each word wrung Jeanne’s heart. So on the very first night
44 VII |              turn. Your hand on your heart, am I right?” The baron
45 VII |             an arrow had pierced her heart: “As for me, I said nothing,
46 VII |             you remain apart in your heart from him whose child you
47 VII |             who acquiesced, happy at heart that the thing had been
48 VIII|              never yet had been. Her heart and her body revived; she
49 IX  |              the timid desire of his heart. It was there that she thought
50 IX  |            to close the doors of her heart to all ordinary affection
51 IX  |              the need of opening her heart to honest hearts, to talk
52 IX  |           bitter disillusions of her heart. Everything, then, was only
53 IX  |            the bed over her mother’s heart from a sort of sentiment
54 IX  |              entered the past secret heart life of little mother. She
55 X   |             gradually stole into her heart the hope that she might
56 X   |            corner of his eye, with a heart full of benevolence and
57 X   |           imploring him to stop, her heart beating with apprehension
58 X   |              ears with noise and his heart with tumult.~Down yonder
59 XI  |       believes from the bottom of my heart in His goodness, I no longer
60 XI  |            felt and was indignant at heart at all these discriminations,
61 XI  |          mother, who would break her heart if anything happened to
62 XI  |              whom I love with all my heart, has spent all that she
63 XI  |              embrace you with all my heart, and also grandfather and
64 XI  |       frightful pang struck Jeanne’s heart, and immediately she was
65 XI  |            you from the bottom of my heart, my dear mamma—perhaps for
66 XI  |            that always weighed on my heart, and that was that I did
67 XII |         mother’s avenue, with a sore heart and troubled mind, bidding
68 XII |          brother.~She felt as if her heart stopped beating; and yet
69 XIII|            which seemed to wring the heart, but a dreary, mournful
70 XIII|             embrace you with all our heart.~“Your son,~“Vicomte Paul
71 XIII|              this creature wrung her heart. She said: “He does not
72 XIII|               She felt a pang at her heart. Sitting down at a little
73 XIII|         again the following day. Her heart began to beat violently
74 XIV |         commune of Étouvent Jeanne’s heart beat so that she could hardly
75 XIV |             she felt a wrench at her heart, convinced that she had
76 XIV |         inexpressible joy filled her heart, a treacherous joy that