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 1  I, 2 | Mademoiselle Emma on the scoured flags of the kitchen—her high
 2  I, 2 |          smashing a chair on the flags, accused his wife of having
 3  I, 3 |      blew a little dust over the flags; he watched it drift along,
 4  I, 9 |     walls that sweated, the damp flags; all the bitterness in life
 5 II, 2 |       old list slippers over the flags, brought one plate after
 6 II, 7 |     spread out around her on the flags of the room; and as Emma
 7 II, 8 |     evening before; tri-coloured flags hung from half-open windows;
 8 II, 8 |       and inwardly scared by the flags, the drums, the gentlemen
 9 III, 1|          a rustle of silk on the flags, the tip of a bonnet, a
10 III, 8|        corridor paved with dusty flags, into which several doors
11 III, 9|      with an idiotic look at the flags of the floor.~“Now,” said