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 1  I, 3  |         table brought to him all ready laid as on the stage.~When,
 2  I, 4  | apologised for not having dinner ready, and suggested that madame,
 3  I, 8  |       grave as a judge, offering ready carved dishes between the
 4  I, 8  |          home the dinner was not ready. Madame lost her temper.
 5  I, 8  |        their room was being made ready. Charles began to smoke.
 6  I, 9  |         blazing fire, his dinner ready, easy-chairs, and a well-dressed
 7 II, 2  |        Felicite went away to get ready the room in the new house,
 8 II, 6  |        women, seem to be getting ready for the summer fetes. Through
 9 II, 9  |          her.~When the habit was ready, Charles wrote to Monsieur
10 II, 9  |       corduroy breeches. She was ready; she was waiting for him.~
11 II, 11 |         said the doctor. “Are we ready? Come along!”~But the druggist,
12 II, 12 |          and tell him to have it ready for me.”~It was the next
13 II, 12 |       than usual.~“Everything is ready?” she asked him.~“Yes.”~
14 III, 1 |     downstairs in the ante-room, ready to go out, standing on the
15 III, 5 |        remarks about her getting ready too early. Next she walked
16 III, 5 |        child. The dinner was not ready. No matter! She excused
17 III, 5 |        maids. He put the matches ready, the candlestick, a book,
18 III, 5 |           But if you haven’t any ready money, you have an estate.”
19 III, 6 |       quite the rage.”~And, more ready than a juggler, he wrapped
20 III, 8 |     gloves, as though to be more ready to plunge into suffering.
21 III, 10|      bell began tolling. All was ready; they had to start. And