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 1  I, 6  |     beneath the whispering of the priest. The comparisons of betrothed,
 2 II, 1  |             A glass of wine?”~The priest declined very politely.
 3 II, 1  |        the square, he thought the priest’s behaviour just now very
 4 II, 2  |        novenas, to relics, to the priest, rather than come straight
 5 II, 3  |           succeeded in making the priest sit down again, and he quietly
 6 II, 5  |          not do anything, nor the priest either. When she was taken
 7 II, 6  |       young scamps!” murmured the priest, “always the same!”~Then,
 8 II, 6  |        and so am I,” answered the priest. “These first warm days
 9 II, 6  |         out, Riboudet,” cried the priest in an angry voice; “I’ll
10 II, 6  |        her pleading eyes upon the priest. “Yes,” she said, “you solace
11 II, 6  |         the confessional. But the priest suddenly distributed a shower
12 II, 6  |          in the winter,” said the priest.~“Oh, what does that matter?”~“
13 II, 6  |         But the loud voice of the priest, the clear voices of the
14 II, 11 |      called the manoeuvres of the priest; they were prejudicial,
15 II, 14 |    sprinkled with holy water, the priest drew from the holy pyx the
16 II, 14 |         know his opinion, and the priest declared that he considered
17 III, 8 |        foot of the bed, while the priest, bending one knee, was muttering
18 III, 8 |          that were beginning.~The priest rose to take the crucifix;
19 III, 8 |      sacrament had cured her.~The priest did not fail to point this
20 III, 8 |  death-rattle became stronger the priest prayed faster; his prayers
21 III, 9 |          arrangements; it was the priest who succeeded in reconciling
22 III, 9 |        did not love her. Go!”~The priest took him by the arm for
23 III, 9 | unfortunate young woman.” and the priest replied that there was nothing
24 III, 9 |      smell the dead,” replied the priest. “It’s like bees; they leave
25 III, 9 |        take some sustenance.”~The priest did not need any persuading;
26 III, 9 |         and at the last glass the priest said to the druggist, as
27 III, 10|          all round; and while the priest spoke, the red soil thrown