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 1  I, 1 |           public-house, and had a passion for dominoes. To shut himself
 2  I, 5 |       life by the words felicity, passion, rapture, that had seemed
 3  I, 6 |           last felt that wondrous passion which, till then, like a
 4  I, 7 |          you into the energies of passion, the refinements of life,
 5  I, 7 |         difficulty that Charles’s passion was nothing very exorbitant.
 6  I, 9 |     continuity of the same silent passion. And then one morning the
 7 II, 5 |         consolation, her joy, her passion, and she accompanied her
 8 II, 5 |           afflict more than their passion rejoices.~Emma grew thinner,
 9 II, 5 |      money, and the melancholy of passion all blended themselves into
10 II, 7 |       tempest still raged, and as passion burnt itself down to the
11 II, 9 |        marvels where all would be passion, ecstasy, delirium. An azure
12 II, 12| experience in his reasoning, such passion in his desires. It was for
13 II, 12|           the eternal monotony of passion, that has always the same
14 III, 1|        three years of absence his passion reawakened. He must, he
15 III, 1|           She did not confess her passion for another; he did not
16 III, 5|        made for the intimacies of passion. The curtain-rods, ending
17 III, 6|          chemist; “they have more passion.”~And whispering into his
18 III, 6|           find out if a woman had passion. He even launched into an
19 III, 6|           chemist she flew into a passion. He, however, piled up good
20 III, 6|       naive resources of a waning passion striving to keep itself
21 III, 7|           crushing, irritated her passion. Charles placidly poked