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 1   4|  He was perhaps forty-five years old, very bald and already
 2   6|  sorrow after two or three years of excitement. For we cannot
 3   7|    beauty, which lasts ten years.~
 4   8|    when I was almost fifty years old. Not feeling the slightest
 5  11|   at Etretat, about twelve years ago, shortly after the war.
 6  17| been when she was near me. Years passed by, and I did not
 7  18|                     Twelve years are not much in a lifetime!
 8  18| not feel them slip by. The years follow each other gently
 9  18|   to look back over bygone years, one sees nothing and yet
10  35|  white. Just think! Twelve years ago! Twelve years! My oldest
11  35|   Twelve years ago! Twelve years! My oldest girl is already