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 1 V    |         blue eyes had lighted in poor Lebas' soul a~flame as ardent
 2 VIII |     should take an interest in a~poor orph----"~ ~He was brushing
 3 IX   |      copiously. "Why, Joseph, my poor~boy, what is the matter?"~ ~"
 4 X    |       came like a thunderbolt on poor Augustine. She felt faint;~
 5 X    |       kill your daughter?"~ ~"My poor dear!" said Virginie, in
 6 X    |       her father and mother. The poor child artlessly~related
 7 XI   |        know the tricks~played on poor Father Chevrel by that Monsieur
 8 XIV  |     utter~blackness. One evening poor Augustine, who had for some
 9 XIV  |          to her was a blank, the poor little thing could no~longer
10 XVII |     judged~by our equals.~ ~Thus poor Augustine found herself
11 XVIII|    silence the Duchess,~grasping poor Augustine's hands in both
12 XVIII| misfortune has fallen on you,~my poor child, has it not? Well,
13 XIX  |          if one loves a man?"~ ~"Poor innocent, I could adore
14 XX   |      crowns."~ ~"Oh, mother!"~ ~"Poor child, you are quite right,"