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1 VI  | disenchantment with life was growing up in her mind. What did
2 VIII| morbid life, taking no rest, growing weaker and thinner and beginning
3 VIII|  silent again.~The baron was growing impatient. He plunged right
4 IX  |    Gilberte would seem to be growing irritable. Her sharp voice,
5 IX  | awaited their arrival with a growing impatience, as though she
6 IX  |   more dreadful, when one is growing old, than to look back to
7 IX  |      near the window. It was growing dark. The priest came over
8 XI  |    sowed seed and watched it growing with the deepest interest,
9 XIV |  dream, and as she was daily growing more lazy, Rosalie would