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 1 II|            Oh, what rubbish!" cried Blondet. "The Marechal de
 2 II|  thinking Bixiou is sublime," cried Blondet. "What does Finot~
 3 II|          Stuff and nonsense!" cried Couture. "The woman that
 4 II|      get on with your story!" cried~Couture.~ ~"I was within
 5 IV|    there is goodness in him," cried Finot; "he is devoted to
 6 IV|            Done to the life!" cried Couture. And indeed it seemed
 7 IV| himself summed up in a word!" cried Couture.~ ~" 'Those that
 8 IV|         Oh my poor children,' cried she, 'who will make my~dresses
 9 IV|      it that we are so poor?" cried Bixiou.~ ~"And why is Finot
10 V |           Oh, come now, how?" cried Finot. "I know a few things,
11 V |      this all about, Bixiou?" cried Couture. "Nothing more bona~
12 V |     orfevre, Monsieur Josse!" cried Finot.~ ~"Finot will always
13 V |  speculation).~ ~"Look here!" cried Couture, firing up at this. "
14 V |       Blondet.~ ~"Gentlemen," cried Couture, "let us have our
15 V |          Oh, bravo, Blondet!" cried Bixiou, "thou hast set thy
16 VI|           My poor cousin!' he cried.~ ~" 'Each for himself,'