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 1 XI  |        did. His mother called him Poulet, and as he could not pronounce
 2 XI  |   immensely, and the nickname of “Poulet” stuck to him.~The favorite
 3 XI  |           This ladder was called “Poulet’s ladder,” and was an important
 4 XI  |   pointing to the sky; “up there, Poulet, but do not say so.” She
 5 XI  |          baron.~One day, however, Poulet said to her: “God is everywhere,
 6 XI  |     themselves for not having let Poulet make his first communion.
 7 XI  |         cut flowers for bouquets.~Poulet was almost fifteen, but
 8 XI  |           entreatingly: “Tell me, Poulet, you will not reproach me
 9 XI  |        were going to do with him, Poulet in his turn began to weep.~
10 XI  | proprietor to go himself and take Poulet whatever he required as
11 XI  |          were crying.~Jeanne held Poulet in a long embrace, while
12 XI  |          to Havre in the phaeton. Poulet seemed to have become reconciled
13 XI  |       carried away by her dreams.~Poulet was not very industrious
14 XI  |           herself, she said: “Oh, Poulet, what is the matter with
15 XI  |        longer recognized him, her Poulet, her little Poulet of former
16 XI  |            her Poulet, her little Poulet of former days. She felt
17 XIII|          which she thought of as “Poulet’s room.”~She kept the other
18 XIII|           great effort to get her Poulet back; he must have got over
19 XIII|          Oh, come back, my little Poulet—come and embrace me. Come
20 XIII|          was there, in that house—Poulet.~She felt her knees and
21 XIII|      rational. She wished to find Poulet and know all about him.~“
22 XIV |           and her lips murmured: “Poulet, my little Poulet,” as though
23 XIV |      murmured: “Poulet, my little Poulet,” as though she were talking
24 XIV |       been leaning and saw there “Poulet’s ladder.”~All the little