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 1  I, 8  |        He put his find in his pocket and whipped up the nag.~
 2 II, 1  | plates, and fatten, out of my pocket, a lot of good-for-nothings
 3 II, 5  |     he carried a knife in his pocket like a peasant.”~The hoar-frost
 4 II, 6  | thrust the catechism into his pocket, and stopped short, balancing
 5 II, 6  |      keep one’s hand in one’s pocket there. Thus, we will suppose
 6 II, 8  |    with them, one hand in the pocket of his jacket and his straw
 7 II, 12 |      moments fingering in the pocket of her apron the two five-franc
 8 II, 12 |     had already put it in his pocket and was going, when she
 9 II, 13 |      and as she sought in her pocket for some coppers, she looked
10 II, 15 |   tickets in his hand, in the pocket of his trousers, which he
11 III, 1 |     took some silver from his pocket and seized Emma’s arm. The
12 III, 2 |       shook a book out of his pocket. The lad stooped, but Homais
13 III, 5 |   date. Then he drew from his pocket a list of goods not paid
14 III, 10|  looked for the letter in his pocket, felt it there, but did