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 1 3 |  nobility of Brittany. Her arms bore the~ermine of its ancient
 2 4 |   expected, he knew them and he bore them; but~his fancied ailments,
 3 5 |         gaiters. His white brow~bore the signs of great fatigue,
 4 10|         supposing that I~should bore Camille, if left alone with
 5 17|       Guenic, a /gars/ of which bore high our banner)ouf! I am
 6 18|     with its Persian cloth, all bore~testimony to former opulence,
 7 19| thinking, "I am sure that paper bore a~coronet." This reflection
 8 19|        which~you made me write, bore your name and your coronet,
 9 25|       there a time when it is a bore to amuse one's self," said
10 26|         dear,' I answered; 'you bore me.' 'Well, if I~do, haven'