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 1 III |  living to themselves, and the Comte de Fourville, a kind of
 2 VIII|      friend,” she thought.~The Comte de Fourville, on the contrary,
 3 VIII|        betrothal. He shook the comte’s hairy paw, kissed the
 4 IX  |        game, this country. The comte loves to hunt here. This
 5 IX  |      little scream. It was the comte, who had killed a teal.~
 6 IX  |    warmth and contentment. The comte seized his wife in his arms
 7 IX  |     with his eyes fixed on the comte. She approached him and
 8 IX  |    more and more intimate. The comte appeared to worship Paul.
 9 IX  |      the loitering couple. The comte would smile and say to Jeanne: “
10 IX  |       and champed the bit. The comte, uneasy, shouted: “Be careful,
11 IX  |       Madame, madame!” but the comte was rather annoyed, and,
12 IX  |     presently joined them. The comte, perspiring, his face red,
13 IX  |        understood now that the comte loved her madly.~After this
14 IX  |        and that so pleased the comte.~She reined in her horse,
15 IX  |      dear, my poor dear!”~When Comte de Fourville came to fetch
16 X   |   spite of rain and storm. The comte said: “They are crazy about
17 X   |     they were to dine with the comte, they met the curé of Étouvent
18 X   |    when she suddenly perceived Comte Fourville coming on foot
19 X   |     which followed beat in the comte’s face, filling his ears
20 X   |        soon as he saw them the comte crouched on the ground and
21 X   |       shake on its wheels.~The comte then kneeling upright, put
22 X   |      when we get to this.”~The comte, as soon as he saw the hut
23 X   | servant stammered: “Yes, M. le Comte.”~He experienced a feeling
24 XI  |      and terrible visit of the comte on the day of the catastrophe.~
25 XII |    from where she had seen the Comte de Fourville running toward