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 1  I, 1  |  stopped, like the Quos ego1, a fresh outburst. “Silence!” continued
 2  I, 1  |          he was strong on hand, fresh of colour.~When he was twelve
 3  I, 1  |         it must be at home! How fresh under the beech-tree! And
 4  I, 2  |   mingled in his brain with the fresh odour of dew; he heard the
 5  I, 4  |       along the jaws, which the fresh air en route had enflamed,
 6  I, 9  |     passage and breathed in the fresh air to calm herself.~“What
 7 II, 6  |         you, or else a glass of fresh water with a little moist
 8 II, 7  |    footstool of dry sticks; the fresh wind of the meadow set trembling
 9 II, 9  |         somewhat flushed by the fresh air in the red of the evening.~
10 II, 9  |         from her whole person a fresh perfume of sap, of verdure,
11 II, 11 |        chemist, and after three fresh starts, he had a kind of
12 II, 11 |       towards this image with a fresh enthusiasm; and Charles
13 II, 12 |         the boots was no longer fresh madame handed them over
14 II, 12 | breathed in with deep sighs the fresh wind that was blowing. They
15 III, 5 |         to her like a breath of fresh air. “Leave me the bill,”
16 III, 6 |         She walked rapidly; the fresh air calming her; and, little
17 III, 9 |      other reciprocally at each fresh awakening. Then Monsieur
18 III, 10|       of wax and of cassocks. A fresh breeze was blowing; the