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 1  I, 1 |       the top of his voice as if calling someone in the word “Charbovari.”~
 2  I, 2 |         for an easier case. Then calling to mind the devices of his
 3  I, 3 |        too clever for farming, a calling under the ban of Heaven,
 4  I, 9 | hairdresser, lamented his wasted calling, his hopeless future, and
 5 II, 1 |          in a small parlour were calling for brandy; the wood was
 6 II, 8 |       Madame Lefrancois, who was calling him back to tell him more
 7 II, 11|          in the exercise of your calling.”~Then Homais represented
 8 II, 12|          the garden. Someone was calling her.~On the following days
 9 II, 13|      ceased, like an angry voice calling her.~“Emma! Emma!” cried
10 II, 13|       over the room; Charles was calling for help; Berthe, scared,
11 III, 1|  missions, and I see nowhere any calling—unless perhaps that of a
12 III, 1|          the stranger to see. So calling him back, he cried—~“Sir!
13 III, 5|          the bell at the theatre calling the mummers to the performance,
14 III, 7|          doctor is crying. He is calling for you; they’re looking
15 III, 8|           He was in despair, was calling out.~“Say nothing, or all