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 1  I, 2  |  life? On these days he rose early, set off at a gallop, urging
 2  I, 4  |      Four~The guests arrived early in carriages, in one-horse
 3  I, 4  |   the feast; she went to bed early. Her husband, instead of
 4 II, 2  |  days when his work was done early, he had, for want of something
 5 II, 5  |      said, “went to his room early.”~She could not help smiling,
 6 II, 9  |  veil fell about her.~It was early in October. There was fog
 7 II, 9  |  every time Charles went out early Emma dressed quickly and
 8 II, 10 |  went on—~“And you’re out so early?”~“Yes,” she said stammering; “
 9 III, 1 |   elegance.~“It is still too early,” he thought, looking at
10 III, 3 |     syrups were brought them early in the morning.~Towards
11 III, 5 |  about her getting ready too early. Next she walked up and
12 III, 5 | looked out at the Place. The early dawn was broadening between
13 III, 6 |    day, when they had parted early and she was returning alone
14 III, 8 | Mid-Lent, when thus awakened early by candle-light she came
15 III, 10| remembered that once, in the early times, they had been to