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 1         I,III|        infatuated old men seldom forget.~ ~One evening, after a
 2         I,III|        your~secret. I promise to forget it. You leave my house to-morrow.
 3         I,III|       sixteen years. I can never forget him; but you see, Popinot,~
 4         I,III|         the depths of science do forget everything,--wives,~friends,
 5         I,V  |      admitted him.~ ~"You do not forget me in the midst of your
 6         I,V  |      distinctions: I shall~never forget it in this world, nor in
 7         I,V  |       not sleep here any more, I forget that. He is gone,"~thought
 8         I,VI |    friends, nor his enemies will forget that."~ ~Birotteau rose
 9         I,VI |         cried Gaudissart, "don't forget him. Finot loves~the pomps
10         I,VII|      civility.~ ~"Now we mustn't forget any body," said Birotteau.~ ~"
11         I,VII|         said Birotteau.~ ~"If we forget any one," said Constance, "
12         I,VII|      said Constance, "they won't forget it. Madame~Derville, who
13         I,VII|      Cesarine. And (so as~not to forget them) put down all the Chiffrevilles
14         I,VII|     first wife."~ ~"Cesar, don't forget that little Horace Bianchon,
15         I,VII|       Celestin--"~ ~"Papa, don't forget Monsieur Andoche Finot and
16         I,VII|          Cesar.~ ~"Oh! and don't forget the sister-in-law of Monsieur
17         I,VII|    author, peer of France! Don't forget to~address him as, Your
18         I,IV |   Monsieur Birotteau--Anselme, I forget to tell~you--" and with
19         I,V  |         me. My dear Cesar, never forget, in the midst of~your troubles,
20         I,VII| adversity," said the judge.~ ~To forget is the great secret of strong,
21         I,VII|    strong, creative natures,--to forget,~in the way of Nature herself,
22         I,VII|       light; it is impossible to forget that the history of France