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 1 1 |         days when~kings were as poor in 1200 as the du Guaisnics
 2 2 |         is for him to remember. Poor king! he must be weary~indeed
 3 2 |       whom the~petty cares of a poor household were extremely
 4 3 |     about it, like that of many poor rectors whose~existence
 5 3 |      The chevalier was a man in poor health, who wore flannel
 6 4 |        cards were dealt.~ ~"The poor little thing is like her
 7 4 |       the other playersthat the poor priest could not conceal
 8 5 |                   V CALYSTE~The poor mother returned to the salon
 9 5 |        would be the first time. Poor~child!"~ ~At that moment
10 5 |      resounded in the lane. The poor mother,~in whose heart rejoicing
11 7 |      will therefore ask~why the poor lad, bored like his mother
12 7 |    entered, and saw the reason.~Poor Camille Maupin! poor Felicite!
13 7 |    reason.~Poor Camille Maupin! poor Felicite! She turned to
14 8 |       of Art. You may believe a poor woman who~has allowed herself
15 8 |      have the advantage over us poor~brown things of a precious
16 8 |      known to me. I said to the poor marquise: 'You~don't know
17 8 |        You are the Perseus of a~poor Andromeda; you release me
18 8 |     letters are enchanting. The poor child attaches~herself to
19 8 |       indelicacy, and he pitied poor Felicite. How was it~possible
20 8 |           But alas! we are only poor artists, and want of money
21 8 |       gives to its service. The~poor and noble house of Guenic
22 8 |      love him /quand meme/."~ ~"Poor woman!" said Camille.~ ~
23 9 |     soul like another soul. The poor lad was~overwhelmed by poesy,
24 10|         had ceased to love, the poor boy sat~despairing and undecided,
25 10|       have never been loved, my poor Maupin, and you never will
26 10|  happiness that~there is for us poor, simple womenis not that
27 10|     said Madame de Kergarouet. "Poor lady! is she~legally separated?"~ ~"
28 11|        her."~ ~"Why, you are as poor as Job, my dear boy."~ ~"
29 11|        a woman~of forty! Ah! my poor Camille, smoke your hookah;
30 11|          Tuesday the dinner was poor; Wednesday~you were afraid
31 11|         blow.~ ~"Can I?"~ ~"Oh! poor boy!"~ ~Both were gazing
32 12|      which he read aloud~to his poor, astonished mother. To her
33 12|        you at all times, but I, poor~Calyste! have so few days
34 12|        forgive your feeling for poor Beatrix; women of her~age
35 14|   reproachful tones, which made poor Calyste feel the folly of
36 14|         wished to~reach. To the poor lad it was a precious privilege
37 14|     marks upon the heart of the~poor young fellow, whom Felicite
38 14|      the rocks. The eyes of her~poor victim would fill with tears,
39 14|       In fact, that was all the poor lad really asked~for; his
40 14|     were her master; to-day, my poor boy, you are her slave.
41 15| caressing voice, as~soon as the poor lad had drunk a couple of
42 15|         for you."~ ~She led the poor fellow to her little salon,
43 16|      caged animal, lasted, this poor lover, caged in his despair,~
44 16|   therefore to Camille that the poor stricken mother owed the
45 17|        everlasting joy. Let the poor Camille, who /is/ no longer,
46 17|  launched upon the sea of life! Poor Sabine! at the mercy of
47 17|      any secrets~between us."~ ~Poor, dear Calyste, it seems,
48 18|         shall stay in Brittany. Poor~Mademoiselle des Touches
49 18|          Calyste, thank you, my poor child; that is how a true~
50 18|        knew in the salon of our poor Camillewho may indeed have~
51 18|        silk dress announced the poor unfortunate, who~appeared
52 18|       can take care of herself. Poor Calyste! is that~the sort
53 18|       to~depart.~ ~"Yes, go, my poor friend," she said; "don'
54 18|      provocative~amazement. "My poor food does not alarm you?
55 19|       reaction had succeeded in poor Sabine this first paroxysm
56 19| happiness. I have sacrificed my poor~little wife to you; she
57 19|    gives. The misfortune of the poor young wife, a rich and~beautiful
58 20|       was no longer~present the poor young woman burst into tears,
59 20|      crisis, like~that in which poor Sabine nearly succumbed,
60 20|       the aristocracy. Envious, poor, and miserable beings,when
61 21|         is superior. I'm only a poor little artless child; I~
62 21|     Family. Do not imitate that poor Baronne de Macumer.~Excessive
63 21|        taste for mysticism."~ ~"Poor young woman!" said the abbe,
64 21|         the rash affair of that poor~MADAME. Now, if the young
65 21|    possibly to save from hell a poor~distracted creature."~ ~"
66 21|   twelve~hundred francs to some poor family if I succeed. But
67 22|      and without resources, the poor child was not~dismissed
68 22|        knowing various writers, poor but dishonest, clever~but
69 25|       promises nothing.~ ~"This poor woman must have done you
70 25|      this is the first time; my poor daughter~is in despair."~ ~"
71 25|          Why should I leave the poor fellow?"~ ~"To marry that
72 25|     peer of~France. As for that poor old fellow," she continued,
73 25|        hole in a proper manner. Poor Couture, who thought himself
74 25|         My wife!" exclaimed the poor marquis.~ ~"Don't I know
75 26|         to~amuse you?' said the poor man. I was caught. I actually
76 26|         I must put an end to my poor Arthur to-night,~and it