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 1 I  |     looking down, and her bosom rose and fell in short gasps
 2 II |       of the banks of the Seine rose toward a serene sky.~The
 3 II | fastened at the hips, and a red rose in her dark hair, she carried
 4 II |        and persons. The scarlet rose in the Marquise’s hair had
 5 II |       his temples throb, and he rose to open the window. A breath
 6 II |       river. A slight heat-mist rose from it, a sort of haze
 7 II |       Then she exclaimed as she rose: “That is better than a
 8 II |      Parisian to marry.” Yvette rose softly. She added: “But
 9 III|         a system of spying. She rose Thursday morning with the
10 III|      the evening deeper.~Yvette rose. “I am going to bed,” she
11 III|        bed,” she said.~Servigny rose, saying: “I am going to
12 III|         the open window.~Yvette rose, took off her wet, cold
13 III|         not long endure, softly rose, and gently said:~“Come,
14 III|         mother had disappeared, rose, and ran to bolt the door,
15 IV |    deign to show thy face.” She rose, without reflecting, and
16 IV |           Then Servigny’s voice rose, clear and jesting:~“Put
17 IV |     zelle Yvette.”~Their clamor rose in the calm night, through
18 IV |        the window.~At the first rose that fell at her side, Yvette