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 1  I, 1 |    hair was cut square on his forehead like a village chorister’
 2  I, 2 |       found her standing, her forehead against the window, looking
 3  I, 9 |   much touched. He kissed her forehead with a tear in his eyes.
 4 II, 1 |     the turned-up peak a bald forehead, flattened by the constant
 5 II, 5 |     his arm-chair to kiss his forehead: “What madness!” he said
 6 II, 6 |     putting your hand to your forehead. I thought you felt faint.”
 7 II, 6 |      said, kissing her on the forehead. “Don’t worry, my poor darling;
 8 II, 6 | around, her chin lowered, her forehead bent forward.~The light
 9 III, 2|    are!” he said, kissing her forehead.~The next morning she set
10 III, 5|   kissed him hurriedly on the forehead, crying, “Adieu!” and rushed
11 III, 5|      passed her hand over her forehead and answered, “At Mademoiselle
12 III, 7|      explanation he smote his forehead, crying—~“Morel is to come
13 III, 9|      and he remained with his forehead against the windowpane,