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 1         I,I  |     forward in public life as my arm is to turn a windmill. Honors~
 2         I,IV |          cook, caught him by the arm:--~ ~"Monsieur, madame does
 3         I,IV |       she said,~plunging her red arm into a sack of filberts. "
 4         I,VI |     leave, but we can get it. My arm for a duel?--all is~yours,
 5         I,VII|         entresol/ to the secular arm of Chevet~and his people.
 6         I,VII|         she looked about for the arm of her~venerable Vendeen,
 7         I,VII| quadrille was~over, pressing the arm of his friend with Herculean
 8         I,I  |   Alexandre Crottat gave him his arm, and~tried to make him walk
 9         I,III|     Constance,~taking him by the arm, and leading him into her
10         I,V  |      Uncle Pillerault~passed his arm round Popinot's neck, held
11         I,V  |         old merchant, taking the arm of the young~man.~ ~It was
12         I,VII|     Cesar's soul; he pressed~the arm of his wife against his
13         I,VII|        His uncle took him by the arm and led him from the hall.~
14         I,VII|         Pillerault, who held his arm, felt him shudder inwardly.~ ~"
15         I,VII|          harmony, Cesar took the arm of his wife and~whispered,