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 1         I,I  |   without offence to God or my neighbor~--that the Oil Comagene (
 2         I,II |      to do the least harm to a neighbor. In spite of Madame~Birotteau'
 3         I,IV |                 IV~Birotteau's neighbor was a small dealer in umbrellas,
 4         I,IV | diminishing his rent.~ ~"Well, neighbor," said Birotteau familiarly,
 5         I,IV |     ready."~ ~"That's true. My neighbor," he said to Cayron, "I
 6         I,I  |     glad you took part of your neighbor's rental on yourself,"~said
 7         I,I  |        thousand francs from~my neighbor, a dealer in umbrellas,
 8         I,IV |     the grim /facetiae/~of its neighbor. In one corner was a large
 9         I,V  |      whispered Celestin to his~neighbor.~ ~The virago overheard
10         I,VII|       wrongs I have done to~my neighbor."~ ~"Ah!" said the painter,
11         I,VII|     said the perfumer's former neighbor; "he gave a fine ball~--