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1 I,I | almost conical shape of his head.~ ~"Can he be dead? Has
2 I,I | what a man has got in his head; or a woman either?--~there
3 I,I | extraordinary!"~ ~She turned her head with difficulty and glanced
4 I,I | maggot you've got in your~head," replied Madame Birotteau
5 I,I | whom you will hire, our head clerk, and your lady's-maid~(
6 I,I | Yes, you may shake your head, but if~our affair succeeds
7 I,I | woman who pours oil on the head of her~lover; pretty, isn'
8 I,I | little Popinot has the finest head of hair in the world.~A
9 I,II | occasionally he complained, the head~clerk would smile with a
10 I,II | places he retained in his head. The day came when he knew
11 I,II | those~depressing days his head had boiled like a saucepan,
12 I,II | colored placards, at the head of~which were these words, "
13 I,II | planning to decapitate the head of~integrity. His real depth
14 I,III| to say so, you have got a head of~gold."~ ~"No, no, my
15 I,III| directed vast enterprises; the~head, namely, of the house of
16 I,IV | everlasting contempt, nodding his head as if to show the~perfumer
17 I,IV | room, where she threw her head on Cesarine's shoulder.~ ~"
18 I,IV | happiness took from her head the poetry~which painters
19 I,IV | certain movements of the~head, certain ways of speaking
20 I,IV | have so many things~in my head that I can't think of my
21 I,IV | the~rapidity of what the head's-man calls the "mechanism."
22 I,IV | observing any difference. His head~spun with his computations,
23 I,V | the sunsets of winter. His head, thin~and hollowed and swarthy,
24 I,V | it~were, a halo round his head, bringing his face into
25 I,V | has got manure upon its head," said Popinot, wishing
26 I,V | However, the interior of the head concerns physicians. As
27 I,VI | all is~yours, from my head to my heels," and he sang,--~ ~"
28 I,VI | scintillate, glisten on every head. Ha! your marriage shall~
29 I,VI | my own sphere, the human head; hats and oil are well-known~
30 I,VI | for we'll pour on every head that~respects itself a dozen
31 I,VI | explained that the word head meant heart.~ ~"Has he got
32 I,VI | possessed not a hair on his head, and wore a~wig curled in
33 I,VI | fellow of medium height, from head to foot the~evident son
34 I,VI | pale-blue eyes sparkled, his big head, hollowed like that of a
35 I,VI | Cephalic Oil' means oil for the head, and sums up~your ideas
36 I,VI | maintain the temperature of the head at its~right medium. CEPHALIC
37 I,VI | influenzas, colds in the~head, and other painful cephalic
38 I,VI | by heat. The hair of the head, that magnificent product,~
39 I,VI | that the whole skin of the head may be enabled to imbibe
40 I,VI | The oil is getting into my head," said Finot.~ ~Gaudissart
41 I,VII| honors have turned your~head!"~ ~"Well, but there's Monsieur
42 I,VII| my landlord,--the longest head at the royal court, so~Derville
43 I,VII| people, and shook his gray head.~ ~"My children," he said, "
44 I,VII| a woman's bonnet~on his head; Celestin called the figures
45 I,I | When we have got our head under an umbrella we generally
46 I,I | Lourdois, "for you've a long head."~ ~Molineux, interested
47 I,I | payment. Before~doing so, the head clerk made him repeat the
48 I,I | elsewhere. Birotteau felt his head swim, as though he had looked
49 I,I | wish they would cut off my head," he said at last; "its
50 I,I | your clerk; he has a good head; he will help you."~ ~"Du
51 I,I | had a rush of~blood to the head.~ ~"His ideas are rather
52 I,I | Quiet and silence; when the head is clear we will try tonics."~ ~
53 I,I | Tourangian peasant triumphed;~his head grew clear. Monsieur Haudry
54 I,I | wolves with a ball in~their head run, by God, like--wolves!"~ ~"
55 I,I | bolsters himself up to rest his head, it often happens~that he
56 I,II | instead of striking his head it struck his heart,~and
57 I,II | dear~Constance, with his head on her pillow, the smallest
58 I,II | marked, to throw at the head of a Minister his forgotten~
59 I,II | look which shot~through his head,--a Napoleonic look. This
60 I,II | negotiation."~ ~Keller moved his head, and Birotteau took the
61 I,II | useful~than that of the head of the house, feeling himself
62 I,II | Birotteau, lowering his head to look~over his spectacles
63 I,III| marking-iron; he lost his head.~ ~"Come," said Adolphe, "
64 I,III| Keller and the motions of~his head, Birotteau said to himself, "
65 I,III| master, Popinot raised his head, locked up his cubby-hole,
66 I,III| oils."~ ~"What a capable head!" said Birotteau, laying
67 I,III| when I patted him on the head, just as if he were~Francois
68 I,III| intention~of turning Popinot's head. Her mother--having renounced,
69 I,III| Birotteau, who humbly bowed his~head, "how much did he carry
70 I,IV | chimney-bricks coming down on my head?" exclaimed du Tillet,~bursting
71 I,IV | him. The poor man laid his head on a~cushion, and every
72 I,IV | streets of Paris with his head high and his~eye beaming
73 I,IV | rumpled as a ragammufin's~head, and twisted like sunfish;
74 I,IV | Claparon, without his wig, his head wrapped up in a bandanna~
75 I,IV | balance-sheet written in~her head, she explained the whole
76 I,IV | Cesar, Derville~shook his head and looked at Pillerault.~ ~"
77 I,IV | to lay a kiss on Cesar's~head. "Then Anselme could do
78 I,V | and weeping, leaned her head upon Popinot's shoulder,
79 I,V | is over. But to have the head replaced, and daily cut
80 I,VI | enterprises,~and at the head of some large commercial
81 I,VI | substantial merchant,~bows his head, and accepts his loss.~ ~
82 I,VI | criminal charge over his~head, enjoy his fears and his
83 I,VI | the streets with a bowed head, hiding~from every eye his
84 I,VII| all~answer he shook his head. The soft signs of her tenderness,
85 I,VII| young girl inclined her head to her~dear Anselme, who
86 I,VII| dear~son!" She took his head in her hands, kissed him
87 I,VII| it. I had an idea in my head, though I never~thought
88 I,VII| Abbe Loraux, Ragon, the head of the important~house where
89 I,VII| very rich. I shall lay my~head this night upon my pillow
90 I,VII| cried,~recollecting a blond head he had seen at the window.~ ~
91 I,VII| symphony rang forth in his head and heart. Beethoven's ideal
92 I,VII| his confessor and laid~his head upon the bosom of his kneeling
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