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 1  I, 1  |      on the door-handle with a joy almost sensual. Then many
 2 II, 5  |       was her consolation, her joy, her passion, and she accompanied
 3 II, 5  |     was lost. Then, pride, and joy of being able to say to
 4 II, 7  |      the only possible hope of joy. Why had she not seized
 5 II, 8  |     the prizes, he painted the joy of the prize-winners in
 6 II, 12 |       beauty that results from joy, from enthusiasm, from success,
 7 II, 14 |      fainting with a celestial joy that she put out her lips
 8 II, 14 |     humility, and, tasting the joy of weakness, she saw within
 9 III, 1 |        who cast it died of the joy—”~“Let us go on,” said Leon.~
10 III, 2 |      world, all in a frenzy of joy, and not having eyes enough
11 III, 6 |       a yawn of boredom, every joy a curse, all pleasure satiety,
12 III, 7 | welcome this hope with all the joy he had expected. Did she
13 III, 7 |         and it was almost with joy that, on reaching the “Croix-Rouge,”
14 III, 8 |         and seemed filled with joy on seeing suddenly the violet
15 III, 11|       cheeks, that an infinite joy came upon him, a happiness