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 1  I, 3 | stories. Charles found himself laughing, but the remembrance of
 2  I, 3 |   about it?” said old Rouault, laughing softly.~“Monsieur Rouault—
 3  I, 8 |      between their lips passed laughing. Emma thought she recognized
 4 II, 1 |       that I fairly cried with laughing; and he stood there like
 5 II, 8 |     got rid of him!” she said, laughing.~“Why,” he went on, “allow
 6 II, 9 |     around her face. Rodolphe, laughing, drew her to him, and pressed
 7 II, 11| colleague did not refrain from laughing disdainfully when he had
 8 II, 12|       are really mad!” he said laughing. “How could that be possible?”~
 9 II, 12|   anything?” Felicite answered laughing. “As if your mistress, Madame
10 II, 12|        a virgin?” he exclaimed laughing.~Emma cried, and he tried
11 II, 12|     school as the day drew in, laughing, with ink-stains on her
12 II, 15|       thigh, and he cast round laughing looks showing his white
13 III, 5|  Romain fair, or else ask him, laughing, how his young woman was.~
14 III, 5|       what!”~“Oh!” he went on, laughing good-naturedly, “one puts
15 III, 5|      for your money,” she said laughing.~Each time Leon had to tell
16 III, 8|    love one another. See! I am laughing; I am happy! Oh, speak!”~