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 1         I,I  |       down to the bottom of your soul. You are the master, after
 2         I,II |     compromise himself, body and soul, for his country.~ ~On the
 3         I,II |          the state of his kindly soul. His~distrust never went
 4         I,III|          natural movement of the soul. If it were not, then we
 5         I,III|        and kissed it; the worthy soul had flattered the lover
 6         I,IV |     faded and cozening face, the soul of a Shylock. He always~
 7         I,IV |          heart, but~he sucks the soul out of us as a spider sucks
 8         I,VII|  Saint-Sulpice. The~power of the soul was never better manifested
 9         I,II |        straits~a man, unless his soul is tempered like that of
10         I,II |      which struck a chill to the soul of a man~grasped by the
11         I,II |         the fiery brand into the~soul of his wife. He meant to
12         I,II |      sympathy,~rays passing from soul to soul. Birotteau compelled
13         I,II |        rays passing from soul to soul. Birotteau compelled himself
14         I,II |      These articles rejoiced the soul of Gaudissart, who used
15         I,III|      neither~faith, nor law, nor soul, nor honor! You don't know
16         I,III|         to du Tillet, the worthy~soul committed a folly out of
17         I,IV |       the~bottom of his infamous soul, and he made me uncomfortable
18         I,IV | champagne, seemed to tarnish the soul of the honest bourgeois
19         I,IV |    despair which, by forcing the soul~to run up the scale of joyous
20         I,VII|          tight chords in Cesar's soul; he pressed~the arm of his
21         I,VII|          Ah, there you are, good soul!" she cried. "I didn't recognize
22         I,VII|        No, but the wounds of the soul do," the poor worn Cesar
23         I,VII|         suspicion has entered my soul. If you wish to see me happy,~
24         I,VII|     voice cried aloud within his soul, "The~man is sublime!"~ ~"