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 1  I, 1 |        Moreover, he could not believe that a man born of him could
 2  I, 3 |     disgusted me—you wouldn’t believe it. Well, quite softly,
 3  I, 6 |      had sufficed to make her believe that she at last felt that
 4 II, 1 |       God, on the contrary. I believe in the Supreme Being, in
 5 II, 2 |      in her life. She did not believe that things could present
 6 II, 4 |      devil take me if I don’t believe he’s in love with your servant!”~
 7 II, 8 |    still doubts, one does not believe it; one remains dazzled,
 8 II, 10|      bed of it. She would not believe it; she redoubled in tenderness,
 9 II, 11|     is what no one would ever believe! People, on the contrary,
10 II, 13|      shall not forget you, oh believe it; and I shall ever have
11 II, 13|  Guillaume Wood. Would anyone believe that a simple sternutation
12 III, 6|       she know Homais—did she believe that he would prefer his
13 III, 6| exorbitant that she could not believe them possible. Then she
14 III, 8|     so that, she pretended to believe, or perhaps believed; in
15 III, 8| eternity of love! You made me believe you; for two years you held
16 III, 9|    and to resign ourselves to believe in it. But still, when he
17 III, 9|       impertinent (that is, I believe, the ecclesiastical expression),