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 1         I,II |          Ah, my boy! all is not rose at 'The Queen of Roses.'
 2         I,II |       improve his knowledge, he rose daily at five o'clock, and~
 3         I,II |         striking or~gallant, he rose imperceptibly on the points
 4         I,IV |     Birotteau stroked his chin, rose on the points of his toes,
 5         I,IV |      sight of the magistrate he rose, and remained standing,
 6         I,V  |       man of science smiled and rose; the perfumer and Popinot
 7         I,V  |        the perfumer and Popinot rose~also.~ ~"Anselme, look well
 8         I,V  |        assemble my friends"--he rose from his heels, taking,
 9         I,V  |         confused feelings which rose in~Cesarine's heart, blossomed
10         I,VI |       forget that."~ ~Birotteau rose upon the points of his toes
11         I,VII|        wreath~of white roses, a rose at her waist, and a scarf
12         I,I  | whispered to Cesarine, as Cesar rose~up in bed and recited clauses
13         I,II |        he said to himself as he rose to proclaim~his name.~ ~
14         I,III|  magnates; he stroked his chin, rose on his heels with native
15         I,III|      Wife," said Cesar, as they rose from table, "I think those
16         I,IV |     strong German~accent, as he rose and nodded to Birotteau, "
17         I,IV |         that time."~ ~Birotteau rose, pale and solemn, and looked
18         I,IV |     father!" said Cesarine, who rose softly to lay a kiss on
19         I,V  |         embraced him; Birotteau rose up like the righteous at
20         I,V  |        present except Cesar;~he rose, took Anselme by the hand
21         I,VII|         the /procureur-general/ rose. In the name of his office
22         I,VII|     retiring, and the president rose to~pronounce judgement.~ ~"