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 1 II, 5  |      that when he left her in despair she rose after he had gone
 2 II, 5  |      to the other reasons for despair, and contributed still more
 3 II, 7  |  gloomy melancholy, of a numb despair. Leon reappeared, taller,
 4 II, 9  |    memory of you drives me to despair. Ah! forgive me! I will
 5 II, 11 |    time to reflect. Yet don’t despair. I have known great sinners,
 6 II, 12 | disappeared. She fell back in despair.~Soon, however, it seemed
 7 II, 13 | master, from Rouen; he was in despair. What alarmed him most was
 8 II, 15 |    was a lie invented for the despair of all desire. She now knew
 9 III, 6 |     Leon watched the clock in despair. The druggist went on drinking,
10 III, 6 |         You are driving me to despair!”~“What do I care?” said
11 III, 8 | someone will come.”~He was in despair, was calling out.~“Say nothing,
12 III, 8 |     whole being dissolving in despair at the thought that he must
13 III, 8 |  Perhaps there was no need to despair, he thought.~In fact, she
14 III, 9 |    her voice. Upon one fit of despair followed another, and even
15 III, 11|     where, long ago, Emma, in despair, and paler even than he,
16 III, 11|    for her, that inflamed his despair, and that was boundless,