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 1 4 |       ignorance."~ ~"And I, too, alas!" said the baroness, naively. "
 2 7 |    himself, to attach him to me. Alas! alas! I~have a clear-seeing
 3 7 |          attach him to me. Alas! alas! I~have a clear-seeing mind,
 4 7 |         the burden of his ennui. Alas! my~love is not real enough,
 5 7 |       harm except to myself. But alas! dear~child, a woman cannot
 6 8 |      like that of Fiesole?~ ~But alas! we are only poor artists,
 7 8 |          have read with Camille? Alas!~there is but one such woman
 8 8 |       the lightnings flashbut I, alas! I know nothing~only to
 9 11|          he would a~picture; but alas! you are but twenty-eight,
10 12|        and wise and noble woman. Alas! I have no merit! What~can
11 12|   already her son by adoption?~ ~Alas! what could I do for your
12 12|      passing alms, unremembered, alas! by you, will~be eternal
13 14|         I thought you dangerous. Alas! as I have told you again
14 15|          you are still~young. I, alas! can weep no more; and that'
15 16|       Mademoiselle de Guenic.~ ~"Alas! I prayed to God," said
16 16|    Mademoiselle de Pen-~Hoel.~ ~"Alas! whatever be the cause,
17 17| difficulties of my~position; but alas! they are greater than you
18 18|   tenderness.~ ~August.~ ~I was, alas! at the edge of a precipice,
19 18|      which I~thought was Breton. Alas! we can make ourselves bear
20 20|         handsome Andalusian."~ ~"Alas!" she said, dropping on
21 24|          action to your account. Alas! I have long been the king