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 1 I   |    like a scene in a play. On turning a corner they saw before
 2 IV  |   wiped away her tears. Then, turning to Jeanne: “Come, little
 3 IV  |       well,” he answered. And turning toward her, he kissed her
 4 VI  |       stinger to-night.”~Then turning to his daughter: “Well,
 5 VI  | flying across the lawn; then, turning toward his father-in-law,
 6 VII |   moan, Jeanne asked, without turning her head: “What is the matter?”~
 7 VII |      make a good pair.” Then, turning toward the patient, he said: “
 8 VIII|     their leave the comtesse, turning toward him, said: “Would
 9 IX  |    for the “Poplars.” She was turning things over in her mind,
10 IX  |    for the doctor, somebody.” Turning round, she saw the old curé,
11 IX  |    sinking on the horizon and turning the sea to mother of pearl.
12 XI  |       the chair. Her hair was turning gray. Jeanne looked at her