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 1 IV    |     the dear Abbe~Grancey, the friend of the late Archbishop,
 2 IV    |        its due limits. Being a friend of the family,~neither mother
 3 IV    |  Amedee. Is it because he is a friend of the family, and because
 4 VIII  |     stop here," said he to his friend. "We meant to make Lucerne~
 5 IX    |  excursion for himself and his friend. When Rodolphe, sitting
 6 X     |  excursion on the day when his friend first~got out of bed. Rodolphe
 7 X     |        soon as Leopold saw his friend out of danger, he set~out
 8 XI    |        you would treat me as a~friend. Ought I not to be your
 9 XI    |         Ought I not to be your friend?--My poor mother has left
10 XI    |     hostile feelings towards a~friend, and you have already proved
11 XI    |     already proved yourself my friend. Perhaps I have~gone too
12 XV    |          Yes, 'tis so, my dear friend; I am at Besancon, while
13 XV    |         I did not tell you, my friend;~but I was horribly weary
14 XVI   |      of five interviews made a friend,~I think, of this Vicar-General.~ ~"
15 XVII  |         Alas! my dear~and only friend, for nearly ten years now
16 XVII  |      and love.~ ~"Farewell, my friend; I send love to your children,
17 XVII  |       see~what he wrote to his friend, why should I not know what
18 XXI   |      young Chavoncourt and his~friend Vauchelles would be sure
19 XXI   |      her left hand, signed "/A friend to~Louis Philippe/," in
20 XXII  | unexpected danger.~ ~"My young friend, Alfred Boucher, has just
21 XXIII |      done~to deserve so true a friend?"~ ~
22 XXVII |     the feet of God; I am your friend, appalled by dread of~what
23 XXVII |         a notary in Paris, his friend since~childhood."~ ~"Write
24 XXVII |      her marriage.~ ~"Our poor friend swooned in the church, and
25 XXVIII|        Grancey died. This~good friend no longer stood between