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 1 II, 1 |    But that dawdler, Hivert, doesn’t come!”~“Are you waiting
 2 II, 1 |    or even half-past, and he doesn’t so much as look at what
 3 II, 2 |      will be able—”~“My wife doesn’t care about it,” said Charles; “
 4 II, 6 |    fellow, quite astonished, doesn’t he prescribe something
 5 II, 7 |      of other people’s blood doesn’t affect me at all, but
 6 II, 8 | going—~“It seems odd to you, doesn’t it, I who am always more
 7 II, 10|     usual working hard. That doesn’t surprise me; and he showed
 8 II, 11|   continued the chemist, “it doesn’t concern me. It’s for your
 9 II, 11|      apoplexy. Besides, that doesn’t astonish me, for you chemist
10 II, 13|    one “Amor nel cor.”~“That doesn’t at all fit in with the
11 III, 2|   circle with his stump.~“He doesn’t even remember any more
12 III, 3|     the night air.”~“And who doesn’t want for women, either,”
13 III, 5|    to her about you, and she doesn’t know you.”~This was like
14 III, 6|    To be sure your lady-love doesn’t live far away.”~And the
15 III, 6|    course you understand one doesn’t tell them what it really
16 III, 7|     Madame Tuvache.~“Why, he doesn’t sell anything,” objected
17 III, 8|      when one is so poor one doesn’t have silver on the butt
18 III, 8|   the butt of one’s gun. One doesn’t buy a clock inlaid with