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 1 X     |   grudge, do not scold her. The happiness of~speaking to you is well
 2 X     |   nature of its aspirations for~happiness. This plant," he went on,
 3 XI    |         use them~rather for the happiness of mankind than to deserve
 4 XI    |    mother whom I can tell of my happiness; she left this~earth without
 5 XII   | circumstances which limited his happiness; a lovely~country shut in
 6 XII   |      with simplicity. "Does our~happiness sadden you?"~ ~"Your husband
 7 XIII  |    flash. But to what could his happiness compare? He was~loved. The
 8 XV    |    everything?~Why not wait for happiness while devoting myself to
 9 XVII  |    power, no vigor left but for happiness; and if it~should never
10 XVII  |        is to me only a means to~happiness, the pedestal for my idol.~ ~"
11 XIX   |    resigned, and to respect the~happiness of two beings worthy of
12 XXIII |          a~man who will owe his happiness to you. Great heavens! what
13 XXVII |          Though he~has lost his happiness, Albert must still hope
14 XXVII |     thrown himself may give him happiness~in another guise. You, monsieur,
15 XXVIII|     Madame de Rhetore a life of happiness.~Ah! whether it be death,
16 XXVIII|     wish to destroy my mother's happiness," retorted Rosalie.~ ~"Satan!"