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 1 7 | chaise-longue, a stiff little sofa,with~window-curtains of
 2 7 |  making him sit down upon the sofa. "Don't pity me. The tears~
 3 9 |          Standing between the sofa and the two ladies, Calyste
 4 10|     He stopped; sat down on a sofa and rested~his head with
 5 11|  humid eyes~lying back on her sofa.~ ~"What is it, Felicite?"
 6 12|      They were sitting on the sofa together,~apparently on
 7 12|     himself heedlessly on the sofa beside the marquise, took~
 8 17|      ever flings herself on a~sofa; she sits down quietly;" "
 9 18|       herself gracefully on a sofa, inviting Calyste by a~gesture
10 18| marquise was on the~edge of a sofa, not on that of a rock;
11 19|   Calyste, threw herself on a~sofa and fainted away, for the
12 20|       she said, dropping on a sofa, "I may never make myself
13 25|        Arthur was asleep on a sofa. Couture and Fabien each
14 26|    sheep; I gave him Arthur's sofa.~Heavens! how he bored me.
15 26|     fell half fainting on the sofa. Then she negotiated in