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 1 III   |         so devoted was she to her dear Archbishop--and~severely
 2 IV    |            The Vicar-General, the dear Abbe~Grancey, the friend
 3 VI    |        can that matter to you, my dear child?" she said to Rosalie,~
 4 VIII  |     Watteville, eager to obey his dear Rosalie, who for the~last
 5 XIII  |         the peace of mind of that dear~man, as simple as a child,
 6 XIV   |  Frenchwoman; I am an Italian, my dear sir!"~ ~Francesca turned
 7 XV    |          own train of thought.~ ~"Dear, dear, how many sins are
 8 XV    |        train of thought.~ ~"Dear, dear, how many sins are there
 9 XV    |      kiosk.~ ~"Do you suppose, my dear little papa, that our /Review/
10 XV    |    Hannequin.~ ~"Yes, 'tis so, my dear friend; I am at Besancon,
11 XV    |        now it is dawning. Yes, my dear Leopold, after so many~abortive
12 XVI   | two-and-twenty again. But, oh, my dear~Leopold, how the soul is
13 XVI   |       will undertake.~ ~"Well, my dear Leopold, I packed up my
14 XVII  |                      XVII~"Oh! my dear Leopold, no gambler with
15 XVII  |        game of ambition. Alas! my dear~and only friend, for nearly
16 XVII  |          feelings.~ ~"25th.~ ~"My dear Soul, all is well. To my
17 XVIII |         the exile Francesca. You, dear, are thirty-two, I am thirty-five;~
18 XVIII | thirty-two, I am thirty-five;~the dear Duke is seventy-seven--that
19 XVIII |         really tries and ages me, dear angel, is~the anguish of
20 XVIII |          have lived~without those dear letters, which for eleven
21 XVIII |         your steward, or, as that dear tyrant whom we~cannot hate
22 XX    |        native of Neuchatel.~ ~"My dear father," said Rosalie, as
23 XX    |           us together talk to~the dear Abbe without my mother's
24 XXI   |              You are betrayed, my dear fellow," said the shrewd
25 XXII  |           sublime.~ ~"Forgive me, dear Abbe, but you come at one
26 XXII  |           cried Savarus. "But, my dear Abbe, for more~than twelve
27 XXIII |                That is enough, my dear Abbe. I understand. When
28 XXIV  |         as an impertinence.~ ~"My dear Baroness," said Madame de
29 XXVI  |           of the~lake.~ ~"Listen, dear Abbe," said she. "You whom
30 XXVI  |        spoke of the Baron as "her dear lamb!"~ ~The last of the
31 XXVIII|      recognized your tender soul, dear and well-beloved Vicar-~
32 XXVIII|            My fortune has cost me dear," said he to young Chavoncourt. "