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 1         I,I  |    earned by the sweat of our brow: I can say~ours, for I've
 2         I,III|       red hair; but his~clear brow, his eyes the color of a
 3         I,IV |      virgin; she had the fine brow of her mother, but it~was
 4         I,V  |      the hands and kissed her brow; that answer~always conveyed
 5         I,I  |    saw a cloud upon~Lourdois' brow, and he shuddered at his
 6         I,I  |     iron band~which bound his brow,--"stop at my shop; go in
 7         I,IV |  rolled in drops from Cesar's brow.~ ~"Yes," he answered, naively. "
 8         I,IV |   gloomy~shop with an anxious brow. Birotteau saw the change.~ ~"
 9         I,IV | hurling the word at Anselme's brow, as if it were a living
10         I,V  |    passed his hand across his brow.~ ~The Rue Grenetat is a
11         I,V  |  Popinot, over whose dejected brow a luminous~light flashed
12         I,V  |  picked up by the sweat of my brow, helped you to give balls.~
13         I,VI |     show himself with an open brow, and an eye~that could meet
14         I,VII|      respectful kiss upon her brow,--so~noble was her gesture
15         I,VII|       innocence of her candid brow, contradicted so gloriously
16         I,VII|  earned it by the sweat of~my brow."~ ~"You owe an enormous