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 1  I, 1  |  October, at the time of the St. Romain fair.~It would now
 2  I, 2  | francs, her house in the Rue St. Francois; and yet, with
 3  I, 6  |     stopped at an inn in the St. Gervais quarter, where,
 4  I, 6  | shadow, and all unconnected, St. Louis with his oak, the
 5  I, 6  |     of Louis XI, a little of St. Bartholomew’s Day, the
 6  I, 8  |    Chevalier of the Order of St. Michael, wounded at the
 7  I, 8  |    breadth of the columns of St. Peter’s, Tivoly, Vesuvius,
 8 II, 2  |   from the west winds by the St. Jean range on the other;
 9 II, 6  |    we are born to suffer, as St. Paul says. But what does
10 III, 6 |    the pale horizon over the St. Catherine hills. The livid
11 III, 11|      to mind the massacre of St. Bartholomew a propos of