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 1 XXVIII    |         have been taking out to walk my Cascaret, [Footnote:
 2 XXVIII    |          work well, sleep well. Walk a little for the love of
 3 XXXIII    |        a philosophy in us, they walk right according to us; if
 4 XXXIII    |        us; if we have not, they walk by chance, and are too much
 5 XLVII     |        it! You must drink iron, walk, and sleep, and go to the
 6 XLVIII    | interior voice that tells me to walk as to that telling me to
 7 LX        |         my splendid old fellow. Walk a little, I beg of you.
 8 LXII      |      and to take your mother to walk with you; but I really must
 9 LXIV      |        been able to take her to walk and to distract her a little?
10 LXV       |       lovely, lovely, you would walk to Jumieges the 19th. We
11 LXV       |        month. As for the WINTER walk on the Norman coast, that
12 CLIX      |        our invalids went out to walk in the garden for the first
13 CLXXI     |  stupidity! The wolves come and walk into our court, and we chase
14 CLXXXVIII |       change! She can no longer walk alone, and is distressingly
15 CCLXXIX   |         Orphelines, had taken a walk in the Bois de Boulogne,
16 CCLXXXIII |        and sleep, and above all walk. Your rainy climate makes
17 CCLXXXVIII|       condemns you to an hour’s walk each day.~You fancy that
18 CCXCVII   |         I should love to take a walk with Georges Pouchet! Natural
19 CCXCVIII  |     shall get over it. I cannot walk any more, I who used to