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1 7 |    ears~were on fire.~ ~"Oh! forgive me," she cried. "How can
2 7 |      your~girlish innocence! Forgive me, Calyste" She paused. "
3 8 |     she say that? Then I can forgive her many things," replied
4 12|   which no woman~could twice forgive. Even if I loved you, if
5 12|       She can~well afford to forgive your feeling for poor Beatrix;
6 14|    your eyes," he said, "and forgive me; we will die together."~ ~"
7 15|      are unhappy, and I will forgive the suspicion."~ ~"What
8 18|    happiness to it; and so I forgive you for taking~me sometimes
9 22| certain that Rochefide would forgive me a little passion if I