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 1         I,II |     friends, and self-seekers pressed round him like dogs pursuing
 2         I,III|      Isn't it so?"~ ~Cesarine pressed her father's hand, as if
 3         I,IV | thinking~himself very clever, pressed his invitation in spite
 4         I,V  |    peasant days.~ ~Pillerault pressed his nephew in his arms as
 5         I,V  |  circumstances."~ ~Pillerault pressed the hand of Joseph Lebas.~ ~"
 6         I,VII|    chords in Cesar's soul; he pressed~the arm of his wife against
 7         I,VII|   kissed him on the forehead,~pressed him to her heart, and seemed
 8         I,VII|    stretched out her arms and pressed him to her heart.~ ~*****~ ~
 9         I,VII|   supported him."~ ~Birotteau pressed his uncle's hand, weeping.~ ~"
10         I,VII|    that shining company Cesar pressed the hand of his confessor