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 1  I, 1  | Romain fair.~It would now be impossible for any of us to remember
 2  I, 5  |      things whose use it was impossible to guess.~The garden, longer
 3 II, 3  |  intimacy that seemed almost impossible.~
 4 II, 9  |    You know that well. It is impossible!” She rose to go. He seized
 5 II, 11 |  life, as absent forever, as impossible and annihilated, as if he
 6 III, 1 |   not to accustom oneself to impossible pleasures when there are
 7 III, 1 |       you will not go; it is impossible. If you should—listen to
 8 III, 6 |    she not find him? Ah! how impossible! Besides, nothing was worth
 9 III, 7 |     and do something; it was impossible that they could not find
10 III, 7 | named someone Emma replied—~“Impossible! they will not!”~“And the
11 III, 7 |   Madame Tuvache.~But it was impossible because of the lathe to
12 III, 8 |      all her efforts, it was impossible for her to open her lips.~“
13 III, 10|     so worded it that it was impossible to make out what it was