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 1 I   |     asleep except Jeanne. They stopped to rest and feed the horses.
 2 I   |       now asleep. Finally they stopped. Some men and women were
 3 III |        her whole life; and she stopped the golden fly to press
 4 III |        reached the church they stopped, and an acolyte appeared
 5 III |    morning air. Each time they stopped to take breath, the “serpent”
 6 IV  |      the edge of the wood. She stopped, embarrassed at being so
 7 IV  |       As they left the room he stopped. “You know, when we are
 8 V   |        daybreak, and presently stopped before a forest, a veritable
 9 V   |    chestnut trees. Suddenly he stopped and said in his monotonous
10 V   |      nor the places where they stopped. She saw nothing but Julien.~
11 VI  |     his spade on his shoulder, stopped to look at the work; and
12 VI  |       was coughing now and had stopped sneezing. The baron thought
13 VI  |          Suddenly the carriage stopped, and Julien called out to
14 VII |        reply at first. Then he stopped and said: “What do you intend
15 VII |      of anything. She suddenly stopped on the edge of the cliff.
16 VII |     the edge of the cliff. She stopped short, instinctively, and
17 VII |        I right?” The baron had stopped in astonishment before the
18 VIII|     this matter——” And then he stopped, fearing he might say too
19 IX  |        the travelling carriage stopped at the door and the happy
20 IX  |    glance with the doctor, she stopped to ask him: “Is it serious?
21 X   |         Soon the young men all stopped going to church.~The curé
22 X   |   great sorrow to her. Then he stopped, looked at her fixedly and
23 X   |  carrying a strange burden.~It stopped at the château and passed
24 XI  |        not stay here—” And she stopped suddenly, sorry she had
25 XII |       She felt as if her heart stopped beating; and yet she would
26 XII | watching for them to go by. He stopped to let the carriage pass.
27 XII |      forgotten Massacre!” They stopped, and, getting down, Denis
28 XIII|       hours later the carriage stopped at a little brick house
29 XIII|        sort of dark alley. She stopped at a door, so overcome that
30 XIII| conscious of it, for passersby stopped to look at her. Then she
31 XIV |  Rosalie, happy though grumpy, stopped her; “Come, come, Madame