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 1  I, 3 |         with the tip of her tongue passing between her small teeth
 2  I, 4 |          one row of buttons—he was passing compliments of the bar to
 3  I, 7 |         often the bailiff’s clerk, passing along the highroad bare-headed
 4  I, 7 |           his violin case bowed in passing by. How far all of this!
 5  I, 8 |           her fan. A gentlemen was passing.~“Would you be so good,”
 6  I, 8 |         like a disc on a pivot. On passing near the doors the bottom
 7 II, 2 |           having cooled themselves passing over the Seine, reach us
 8 II, 5 |            come to show madame, in passing, various articles he happened
 9 II, 5 |             did she not seem to be passing through life scarcely touching
10 II, 6 |          like the rest for fear of passing for a Jesuit. And you don’
11 II, 8 | tatterdemalions!”~The druggist was passing. He had on a frock-coat,
12 II, 8 |            to the chemist, who was passing to his place, “that they
13 II, 9 |        falling; the horizontal sun passing between the branches dazzled
14 II, 11|            who caught sight of him passing along the Place hatless,
15 II, 11|         been about to die and were passing under her eyes.~There was
16 II, 12|            asked the young fellow, passing his hand over the crinoline
17 II, 12|        senior, the evening before, passing along the passage, had surprised
18 II, 13|            an odour!” he remarked, passing it under her nose several
19 II, 14|        floor, Emma felt some power passing over her that freed her
20 III, 1|           I saw your two bare arms passing out amongst the flowers.”~“
21 III, 2|   understand. He was silent. Then, passing to his trade, Lheureux declared
22 III, 5|           to Mere Lefrancois, who, passing her head and nightcap through
23 III, 5|          performance, and she saw, passing opposite, men with white
24 III, 5|      gently answered the young man passing his hands over her hair.~“
25 III, 8|            love, and felt her soul passing from her in this memory;
26 III, 8|       syllables that tolled like a passing bell.~Suddenly on the pavement
27 III, 9|           there’s Monsieur Tuvache passing.”~Charles repeated like
28 III, 9|        machine—-~“Monsieur Tuvache passing!”~Homais did not dare to
29 III, 9|            silence, the night, the passing wind, the damp odours rising