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 1         I,II |        then hiding in~Paris,--a lad twenty years old, owning
 2         I,II | perspective.~Sometimes the poor lad felt with pain that he was
 3         I,II |        some good enterprise, my lad," he had~said to him.~ ~
 4         I,II |        willing thus to oblige a lad who had been~very useful
 5         I,III|      full of noble actions. The lad himself, brought up by~his
 6         I,III|         his arms bare, the lame lad~packed and nailed up, himself
 7         I,III|      certainly obstacles in the lad's way; but even these were
 8         I,III|        involved,~and the orphan lad had the satisfaction of
 9         I,III|          agitated, as any~young lad might well have been by
10         I,III|   master's pale face.~ ~"Ah, my lad! I have just with one word
11         I,III|         wholesale."~ ~"Good, my lad! That's the right principle.
12         I,III|      stop at Pieri Berard's. My lad, the disinterested~kindness
13         I,IV |        and what's your name, my lad? Haven't seen you about~
14         I,V  |        stock. But~take care, my lad; for if you have to come
15         I,VII| Saint-Louis, and a poor peasant~lad coming from Touraine to
16         I,II |      but two hours' sleep, poor lad! he~had only two clerks,
17         I,III|    usual platitudes.~ ~"Hey, my lad! we get up early, don't
18         I,V  |      peace of mind. The unhappy lad cursed his uncle, and finally
19         I,V  |       you to sacrifice the poor lad to your own safety.~You
20         I,V  |  without humiliation. The noble lad~gave her three thousand