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1         I,VII|      Mamma, Madame Roguin will wear her diamond fillet and all
2         I,VII|   ready. Mamma thinks she will wear her~china-crape like mine.
3         I,VII|      and he allowed himself to wear a brown~frock-coat. No ambition
4         I,IV |     white, but now yellowed by wear indefinitely~prolonged.~ ~"
5         I,V  |       me on the day when I can wear it without~shame. Celestin,"
6         I,V  |   shoulders, that it would, to wear stolen goods! I've got~nothing
7         I,VII|         weeping.~ ~"May he not wear his cross?" said Ragon to
8         I,VII|     poor little wife shall not wear herself out any longer.
9         I,VII| through~humility you no longer wear the cross of the Legion