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 1 Int |   Boule de Suif. His master’s joy was great and overwhelming.
 2 Int |    devotion, the irresistible joy of ever giving oneself up
 3 I   |  convent radiant, full of the joy of life, ready for all the
 4 I   |   frank, sincere laugh spread joy around her. Often, with
 5 I   |     air, and so great was her joy that, like foliage, it sheltered
 6 I   |        seized with a childish joy, they started on a tour
 7 I   |      girl uttered a scream of joy. Four large birds carved
 8 I   |   with happiness. A delirious joy, an infinite tenderness
 9 III |      her mind bewildered with joy. Presently she said:~“What
10 V   |    herself from screaming for joy.~They continued their journey
11 V   |   lands. Jeanne trembled with joy as they waited for the door
12 V   |        driving them wild with joy or despair.~These tears
13 VI  |  altogether. She recalled the joy she had promised herself
14 VII |     life was shipwrecked, all joy was ended, all expectation
15 VIII|     the house. Jeanne felt no joy at the thought of being
16 VIII|      was suddenly filled with joy, with a glimpse of a new-found
17 IX  |       there should be neither joy nor happiness.~A noise at
18 X   | consoler, showing her how the joy of religion will calm all
19 XI  |      And she ran, weeping for joy, to show this letter to
20 XI  |     with another. And all her joy was at an end.~They sent
21 XIV |    hat. A deep, inexpressible joy filled her heart, a treacherous
22 XIV |      her heart, a treacherous joy that she sought to hide