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 1 I  |           Their women are always pretty, with a little flavor of
 2 I  |      good-for-nothings. Ripe and pretty, with a feline charm, you
 3 I  |       stout, over ripe, but very pretty, with a heavy, warm, potent
 4 I  |        for the eyes to see those pretty lips, a trifle too red,
 5 II |   thought and what she knew. How pretty and attractive she was!~
 6 II |      lazy gestures, she gave her pretty white hand to the Baron,
 7 II |        Muscade,” she said. “What pretty hair she has! They seem
 8 II |          proud of a fortune, too pretty still herself to become
 9 III| continued: “So much the worse. A pretty girl must live or suffer—
10 III|           Yvette answered: “Yes, pretty soon.”~Then in a grave and
11 IV |          all her movements. “How pretty I am!” she thought. “Tomorrow
12 IV |           People would say: “How pretty she was! that little Yvette,”
13 IV |          And that led you into a pretty scrape! Come, you must promise