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 1 III  |          his joy was extreme—“A fine affair!” he exclaimed; “
 2 IV   |      seven or eight handfuls of fine plaster dust, he mixed one-half
 3 IV   | sprinkled upon the impression a fine coating of dry plaster,
 4 VIII |        exclamation: “Ah, ha! my fine fellow!”~He looked up and
 5 VIII |    flowed forth only to fall in fine spray upon the marble. Through
 6 XI   |     Lecoq was jubilant. “Ah, my fine fellow,” thought he, “you
 7 XII  |          and up a long street—a fine rain falling all the while,
 8 XVIII|         established himself one fine morning, just at the hour
 9 XIX  |      God! what misery!”~“Ah! my fine fellow,” thought Lecoq, “
10 XX   |    there’s our man changing his fine clothes for coarser garments.