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 1         I,I  |           but her hand fell on a cold place. Her~terror became
 2         I,I  | chocolate-colored spots that the cold had~reddened his legs without
 3         I,II | perpetually over the future. Her cold but ingenuous beauty, her~
 4         I,IV |  replaced yours,~if you feel the cold. My room is chilly, the
 5         I,V  |      words struck Popinot with a cold chill, and he began to step
 6         I,V  |          explains why in certain cold climates the fur of animals
 7         I,V  |         Vauquelin, "from hot and cold changes, or from internal~
 8         I,V  |     obtained by pressure between cold slabs it will be~of better
 9         I,VI |        call in the ladies; it is cold without them,"~said Claparon,
10         I,VI |      breakfast.~ ~"Down with the cold mutton!" cried Gaudissart,
11         I,VI |           are neither chilled by cold nor~parched by heat. The
12         I,VII|  apparition threw a few drops of cold water into the boiling~delight
13         I,VII|         back into the marshes of cold reality, only to draw~us
14         I,II |         Monsieur," he said, in a cold voice, "Constance knows
15         I,II |     these illusions he entered a cold bare room, furnished with~
16         I,III|   effects of a~warm letter and a cold one.~ ~"You have saved me,
17         I,IV |     stabbed to the heart by this cold and grinning kindness~as
18         I,VI |          of Bankruptcy.~ ~"It is cold," said Monsieur Camusot