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 1  I, 2 |       feathers bristling in the cold morning wind. The flat country
 2  I, 2 |       the weather, of the great cold, of the wolves that infested
 3  I, 3 |       and touched with blue the cold cinders. Between the window
 4  I, 5 |          whose feet in bed were cold as icicles. But now he had
 5  I, 7 |       out. But she—her life was cold as a garret whose dormer
 6  I, 8 |         all over as she felt it cold in her mouth. She had never
 7  I, 8 |     Trafalgar, and all sorts of cold meats with jellies that
 8  I, 8 |      But she was shivering with cold. She undressed, and cowered
 9  I, 8 |       ran to swallow a glass of cold water at the pump. Emma
10  I, 9 |     with so angry a look and so cold a smile that the good woman
11 II, 2 |      the passage, Emma felt the cold of the plaster fall about
12 II, 3 |         noiselessly, swift, and cold to the eye; long, thin grasses
13 II, 4 |     Chapter Four~When the first cold days set in Emma left her
14 II, 5 |        made a step forward. The cold that made him pale seemed
15 II, 5 |       flowers mingling with the cold of the marble. The others
16 II, 6 | watching them; at the slightest cold their father stuffed them
17 II, 6 |        my good friend. Mind the cold; take care of yourself;
18 II, 7 |        was lost in the terrible cold that pierced her.~Then the
19 II, 7 |        and daughter-in-law were cold. During the three weeks
20 II, 10|     forward to engulf them. The cold of the nights made them
21 II, 10|         very well, except for a cold I caught the other day at
22 II, 10|        come, she showed herself cold and almost contemptuous.~“
23 II, 11|      four o’clock; I shave with cold water (and am never cold).
24 II, 11|        cold water (and am never cold). I don’t wear flannels,
25 II, 11|     flannels, and I never catch cold; my carcass is good enough!
26 II, 15|        sleeves, who feeling the cold liquid running down to her
27 III, 1| cactuses, where are they?”~“The cold killed them this winter.”~“
28 III, 6|     upon that brow covered with cold drops, on those quivering
29 III, 6|       days. Then the child grew cold and asked for her mother.~“
30 III, 6|         window, breathed in the cold air, shook loose in the
31 III, 8|      vomit. But she felt an icy cold creeping from her feet to