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 1  I, 1 |         at once ordered the poor devil to go and sit down on the
 2  I, 9 |         out of teeth he had the “devil’s own wrist.”~Finally, to
 3 II, 4 | beginning to have ideas, and the devil take me if I don’t believe
 4 II, 7 |          Parisienne’s. Where the devil does she come from? Wherever
 5 II, 10|      From your husband? Oh, poor devil!” And Rodolphe finished
 6 II, 11|        you promise me?”~The poor devil promised. The cure came
 7 III, 2|      operations of our art! But, devil take it! one must make distinctions,
 8 III, 2|     thought, looking at the poor devil, whose coarse red hair was
 9 III, 5|           On the hillside a poor devil wandered about with his
10 III, 5|    professor of music.”~“How the devil did it get into my boots?”~“
11 III, 6|    Barthole alone a bit. Who the devil prevents you? Be a man!
12 III, 7|          though he knew the poor devil, he pretended to see him
13 III, 8|       began to feel uneasy.~“The devil! yet she has been purged,