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 1         I,I  |          is extraordinary!"~ ~She turned her head with difficulty
 2         I,I  |           pool of blood, her mind turned exclusively~to burglars,
 3         I,I  | preoccupied as he was. When~Cesar turned about to say to his wife, "
 4         I,I  |               Everything is to be turned topsy-turvy, then?"~ ~"What
 5         I,II |          clerk in Paris, where he turned up after~traversing all
 6         I,III|            Anselme and his master turned without a word in the direction~
 7         I,III|        For a moment, as Birotteau turned to rejoin little Popinot,
 8         I,IV |     well-bred woman in a way that turned the heads of all the young
 9         I,IV |    complaint rare, he had finally turned upon his own~tenants. A
10         I,V  |        obstacle in their way,--he turned either to the right~or to
11         I,VI |        the Faubourg du~Temple; he turned over to Roguin Pillerault'
12         I,VII|          sign to~observe that she turned as rosy as a pomegranate.~ ~"
13         I,VII|         are mad; your honors have turned your~head!"~ ~"Well, but
14         I,I  |        usurer, has~notes of yours turned over to his order, and marked '
15         I,I  |         had set wide open when he turned on the~water,--for Claparon
16         I,II |      mortgage on his~property. He turned towards the Rue Vivienne
17         I,II |         The creditor who has once turned into the narrow path of
18         I,II |           outer door of the study~turned on its hinges he would rise
19         I,II |         listen to Birotteau, here turned round and made him a~little
20         I,II |    work-room to a~shop. Here were turned inside out all matters touching
21         I,III|          crowns."~ ~So saying, he turned toward the boulevard.~ ~"
22         I,IV |        shrugged his shoulders and turned~to Cesar, who trembled with
23         I,IV |         was wet; his perspiration turned to ice as du~Tillet looked
24         I,IV |         recollected Molineux, and turned into the Cour Batave. He~
25         I,IV |       whom his thoughts naturally turned as~he crossed the Marche
26         I,IV |         to~Cesar's intentions; he turned into the Rue des Lombards,
27         I,VI |          about the Madeleine~were turned over to Monsieur Claparon,
28         I,VI |           voice, his ex-successor turned pale; but the good old man
29         I,VI |         honor. His~mind, however, turned on increasing the number
30         I,VII|           recognize you,~you have turned so gray. Yet you don't really
31         I,VII|    penetrating voice.~ ~Du Tillet turned pale. Popinot looked at
32         I,VII|           your troubles." Anselme turned on his heel towards the