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1 I | picked up the money and stammered: “You are very kind—I am
2 I | you found your tongue?”~He stammered: “Zounds!” too bashful to
3 II | awkward and ill-at-ease. He stammered out:~“Madame, I am—”~She
4 III | anything for you?”~Duroy stammered in confusion: “I—I—cannot
5 III | but a simple question.~He stammered: “I did not want to come
6 IV | very successful.”~Duroy stammered: “No, I thought I should
7 IV | haste; we are busy.”~Georges stammered: “It is nothing.”~But Forestier
8 V | themselves side by side. Duroy stammered, incoherently: “You do not
9 V | say or do. At length he stammered:~“Listen Clo—my dearest
10 VI | Duroy felt abashed. He stammered:~“Madame, I took the liberty.”~
11 VI | in “La Vie Francaise.”~He stammered: “Certainly, Madame, certainly.”~
12 VI | by a word, a glance. He stammered:~“No, I would rather not
13 VII | after your interests.”~Duroy stammered several vague words and
14 VII | heart gave a bound and he stammered: “Ah—thank you!”~Rival continued: “
15 VII | shook hands with him and stammered: “Thank you,” as he entered
16 VIII| no words of comfort. He stammered: “Have you not been better
17 VIII| still did not reply, and he stammered: “At any rate, you will
18 IX | not to hasten matters, he stammered:~“Well—why—why do you not
19 IX | in a woman’s heart, and stammered: “I have nothing—to say;
20 X | one another and Madeleine stammered in confusion: “We are as
21 XI | In her astonishment, she stammered with a blush: “But indeed—
22 XI | repeat that I love you.”~She stammered: “After what you promised
23 XII | thought of a tete-a-tete, and stammered: “No, no, I do not want
24 XIII| buttons.”~In surprise, he stammered: “Why you—you are mad.”~
25 XIII| attempted to detain her and stammered: “No—Clo—you are absurd—
26 XIII| to do! Vaudrec dying! He stammered: “Thanks—I will call again”—
27 XIV | transparent tissue. Then she stammered in an agitated manner: “
28 XIV | the notary at once.”~He stammered in confusion: “You are right;
29 XVI | The officer retreated and stammered: “Sir, will you tell me
30 XVI | never pardon.”~The manager stammered: “But your wife?”~“I shall
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