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 1  I, 1 |          wiping his brow with his handkerchief, which he had just taken
 2  I, 5 |           the shoulders, with his handkerchief round his head and the top
 3  I, 7 | accustomed to wear nightcaps, his handkerchief would not keep down over
 4 II, 6 |        unfolding his large cotton handkerchief, one corner of which he
 5 II, 7 |       some vinegar on her cambric handkerchief; she moistened his temples
 6 II, 8 |          fanned her face with her handkerchief, while athwart the throbbing
 7 II, 10|         melancholy sighs, nor the handkerchief she took out.~Then Emma
 8 II, 11|          wiping his brow with his handkerchief. Homais, behind him, was
 9 II, 13|    withered roses. First he saw a handkerchief with pale little spots.
10 II, 13|       pale little spots. It was a handkerchief of hers. Once when they
11 II, 13|           new blouse, knotted his handkerchief round the apricots, and
12 II, 15|        and while she was with her handkerchief wiping up the stains from
13 III, 1|         the scent he had into his handkerchief, then having had his hair
14 III, 7|       hand he held tied in a silk handkerchief six cheminots for his wife.~
15 III, 8|       hardly time to draw out her handkerchief from under the pillow.~“
16 III, 8|           drink. He stood up, his handkerchief to his lips, with a rattling