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 1 I |        I am not book-learned; I don't know how to read or write;
 2 I | Cointets," said he to his son; "don't you~meddle in this business."~ ~
 3 IV|     asked Lucien politely.~ ~"I don't know," answered M. de
 4 V |     some kind of gymnastics.~ ~"Don't ask me what I think, dear;
 5 V |   attention.~ ~"I would give, I don't know how much, to see
 6 V |         Rebecca the Jewess, the Don Quixote of~Cervantes,--do
 7 V |      what can she be~doing?"~ ~"Don't you hear?" said Stanislas. "
 8 VI|       seasons. This year things don't look so~bad; and, of course,
 9 VI|          Offspring of this~sort don't disappoint their parents;
10 VI|      set foot," said Chatelet. "Don't~you see that this Chardon