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 1 Introd  |      can, and therefore should. Oh, if poor I could do it!
 2 XX      |        that is the very newest.~Oh! You think that because
 3 XXXVII  |       night, 5th December, 1866~Oh! how lovely the letter of
 4 XXXVIII |        don’t understand at all, oh! not at all! As for me,
 5 XL      |        compose them sickens me. Oh! nothing restrains them,
 6 XL      |        to be a “woman of wood.” Oh! no you are not of wood,
 7 XLI     |         will be no resemblance.~Oh no! I have not found a title
 8 XLIV    |    intellectual fortune, LIGHT! Oh well, here it is: one gets,
 9 XLVII   |       that I advise, of course. Oh! well, you are wrong, and
10 XLVII   |      individual happiness also.~Oh! I have missed you so much.
11 XLVIII  |       Freppa ou les Maioliques.~Oh! what luck! While writing
12 LVI     |    bacchanal? You are wrathful, oh very well, I like that better
13 LVIII   |       registered at the Elysee. Oh! what a fine epoch!~My novel
14 XC      |         a religious enthusiast, oh! indeed, an ecstatic, mystic,
15 XCI     |      astonish you, dear master? Oh well! it doesn’t me! I told
16 C       |       am no longer amused.~You, oh! fanatical troubadour, I
17 CIV     |       money out of literature). Oh, well!~I have just reread
18 CXXI    |     election of an academician. Oh! ye men of little faith!
19 CXXV    |         to come around with me,—oh! but no, you don’t travel
20 CLIV    |      which novels are written.~—Oh well, then, let her write
21 CLIV    |     Madame Cornu mentioned me.~—Oh, don’t say that I spoke
22 CLVII   |     attack such and such a one.~Oh! no! not so humble! our
23 CLXVIII |        going to get hold of me. Oh! how I would like not to
24 CLXXVII |        really too immoral! etc. Oh! eternal poppycock! No!
25 CLXXVII |       condition to write again?~Oh! if I could flee into a
26 CLXXVIII|    adapt myself to new customs.~Oh! how I miss you, how I want
27 CLXXXVI |         the Roman municipality. Oh! I assure you that my heart
28 CC      | blindness, ignorance and folly. Oh! that I do not deny, it
29 CCXVI   |      don’t know where to begin. Oh! how horrid it is to live
30 CCXLVI  |        Nohant, 8 December, 1872~Oh! well, then, if you are
31 CCLVI   |        another bitter narcotic! Oh! Heavens! Heavens! what
32 CCLXX   |   reading now books on hygiene. Oh! but they are comic! What
33 CCLXXIV |     within myself this prayer: “Oh! how I wish I could be like
34 CCLXXIV |         seize on them any more. Oh! well, so much the worse!
35 CCLXXIV |   Victor Hugo are not like you.—Oh! I know it!—Then you are