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 1  I, 2  |         of water could be heard falling one by one on the stretched
 2  I, 6  |    songs of dying swans, to the falling of the leaves, the pure
 3  I, 8  |       and parted; the same eyes falling before you met yours again.~
 4  I, 8  |         some drops of rain were falling. She breathed in the damp
 5  I, 8  | movement of the heads rising or falling with the unequal cadence
 6  I, 9  |  red-hot, or looked at the rain falling.~How sad she was on Sundays
 7 II, 1  |       He wore a blue frock-coat falling in a straight line round
 8 II, 3  |  counting the plaster cure, who falling out of the coach at an over-severe
 9 II, 3  |      she would laugh, afraid of falling into the puddles of water.~
10 II, 4  |    fetch the children, who were falling asleep in the arm-chairs,
11 II, 5  |     afternoon when the snow was falling.~They had all, Monsieur
12 II, 5  |    peasant.”~The hoar-frost was falling, and they turned back to
13 II, 8  |        the working-man himself, falling asleep at night, lying down
14 II, 9  |        The shades of night were falling; the horizontal sun passing
15 II, 11 | unexpected shock of this phrase falling on her thought like a leaden
16 II, 12 |     charm of novelty, gradually falling away like a garment, laid
17 II, 12 |         they heard a ripe peach falling all alone from the espalier.~“
18 II, 12 |        the big tears which were falling, “Rodolphe! Rodolphe! Ah!
19 II, 14 |         not very large, and the falling in of Lheureux’s bills was
20 II, 15 |        breath from his nostrils falling upon her hair.~“Does this
21 III, 1 |        s windows, and the light falling obliquely on the cathedral
22 III, 5 |       the “Hirondelle” ended by falling asleep, some with open mouths,
23 III, 6 |         the leaves were already falling, as they did two years ago
24 III, 6 |         abyss into which he was falling. Such an intrigue would
25 III, 7 |       wall to keep herself from falling.~Then she thought she had
26 III, 7 |   sombre, and a little snow was falling. At the sound of the bell,
27 III, 8 |  farther on, breathless, almost falling, she stopped. And now turning
28 III, 8 |      bleeding wounds.~Night was falling, crows were flying about.~
29 III, 8 |          as at the shaking of a falling ruin. As the death-rattle
30 III, 9 |        stirred.~A fine rain was falling: Charles, whose chest was
31 III, 10|     over the fields, rising and falling with their undulations.