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 1 Introd  |            sin.” Emma, to be sure, goes down the easy and alluring
 2 I       |            et de litterature.] and goes on still further, and I
 3 XXVII   |          pressing. Bouilhet’s play goes admirably well, and they
 4 XXIX    |         and honest heart.~Bouilhet goes from better to better. I
 5 XLI     |            spring.~Everything else goes well and I leave for Nohant
 6 XLII    |          all ready to leave and he goes tomorrow with his son Alexandre [
 7 XLII    |           sweetheart who comes and goes, or who lives near there.
 8 XLVI    |          him from us. He who quite goes away, is he who believes
 9 LVI     |      Everything repeats itself and goes over and over again in it.~
10 LVIII   |        what a fine epoch!~My novel goes piano. The further I get
11 LXI     |        They write me that Villemer goes well. Little Aurore is as
12 LXIV    |     neighborhood where “THE WORLD” goes. In order to go on with
13 LXV     |       heart prompts you. The novel goes on apace; but I shall besprinkle
14 LXVIII  |            say? For, with all that goes on, we never see each other,
15 LXXX    |       railway station and that one goes straight to your house without
16 LXXXVI  |       patriots for everything that goes wrong. Is that really so?
17 LXXXVII |       patriots for everything that goes wrong.” I do not recognize
18 LXXXVIII|           don’t know anything that goes on in the world.~I do not
19 XC      |           as a military order, and goes to the front without asking
20 XCIX    |          admitting that everything goes perfectly, I shall not have
21 XCIX    |           don’t know anything that goes on and I read nothing, except
22 CVI     | progressively, itus et reditus. It goes on and returns, then it
23 CVI     |            on and returns, then it goes still further, then half
24 CXLIII  |          this WINTER escapade. All goes well here and all of us
25 CXLIV   |     examinations for collector and goes to Pithiviers—unless by
26 CXCIV   |         offering flowers.~But what goes beyond everything now, is
27 CCXVIII |       basis is solid and the thing goes on. And then, after the
28 CCXXXVI |           always adorable, and all goes well except that the maids
29 CCLXII  |            search on the road that goes from Loupe to Laigle. After
30 CCLXVIII|      seemed to me too long, and it goes well, very well. Delannoy
31 CCLXXIII|        that the art of the theatre goes beyond the limits of human
32 CCLXXIX |        Magny’s, etc.; all of which goes to prove that, thanks to
33 CCLXXX  |        until I am robust before he goes: I am hurrying as much as