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 1 8 |           my days deprived of that madness of the heart that~makes
 2 10|          and she~felt the dreadful madness of rivalry when she came
 3 11|          certain men, to turn into madness. He began to revolve in
 4 12|       Calyste's~reason, to put his madness, his error far away from
 5 12|        Calyste is mad!"~ ~"A sweet madness!" said the young man, kissing
 6 16|        anxiety the progress of his madness; she alone~was able, by
 7 16|          to her more~indicative of madness than his silence of grief.
 8 17|   forgetting of what he called his madness. All kinds of~affirmations
 9 19|      Sabine this first paroxysm of madness.~ ~"Ursula, I think I am
10 19| illnessperhaps, I don't know, even madness~we had better confide the
11 20|         her, she wept no~more; but madness such as, in feeble beings,
12 20|        birth to miracles~of crime, madness which lays hands on arsenic