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 1 III |     heaven be open to him!" she cried with a quick rush of~feeling. "
 2 III |         she loves me still!" he cried, understanding all the~sublimity
 3 VI  |       life; but for~the men who cried him up behind his back;
 4 VI  |    Nothing but your FRIEND!" he cried out. The terrible word~sent
 5 VII |       promise."~ ~"Armand!" she cried. "What do you mean? Great
 6 VII |     penitence and remorse," she cried.~ ~And Montriveau, now at
 7 VII |        this world."~ ~"Oh!" she cried, rising to her feet with
 8 VIII|            Dear Antoinette," he cried. "Yes, you are right; I
 9 VIII|       my liberty."~ ~"Ah, God!" cried he, "I am a child."~ ~"A
10 VIII|        at any cost!" Montriveau cried out despairingly.~ ~"Very
11 VIII|  compared~with you!"~ ~"Ah!" he cried despairingly, "you have
12 VIII|      mine, dear Antoinette,"~he cried; "you shall"~ ~"In the first
13 IX  |         wringing her hands, she cried out "But I love~you! I am
14 IX  | resistance"~ ~"Resistance?" she cried, clapping her hands for
15 IX  |     that was badly rolled," she cried, seizing on a cigar~and
16 IX  |        Ah! I can hear you!" she cried, with a little fond gesture,~
17 IX  |         handkerchief, sir," she cried out, with the~passion of
18 IX  |  drawing-room.~ ~"Ah, God!" she cried, "to see him here would
19 X   |       true, and as often false, cried within him, "She is~there!"~ ~"