Chapter
1 I | a stout, little man with long hair, who was ascending
2 II | Have you been in Paris a long time?”~Gradually regaining
3 II | Forestier’s hand kissed it; his long hair falling upon his hostess’
4 II | proposed the toast: “To the long prosperity of ‘La Vie Francaise.’”
5 IV | daybreak, and was on the street long before the newsboys. When
6 V | fault. I knew that woman—long ago—”~She raised her head
7 VI | the same; no one loves me long.”~“Why not?”~“Because it
8 VI | life is death. What do you long for? Love? A few kisses
9 VI | But I could not let so long a time go by without seeing
10 VI | engaged in journalism a long time?”~Duroy replied: “Only
11 VI | head:~“He will not live long.”~Mme. de Marelle replied
12 VIII| sir. He will not be here long.”~The floor of the drawing-room
13 VIII| under six feet of sod.” A long silence ensued.~Mme. Forestier
14 VIII| that I shall not see them long. It is horrible. I shall
15 VIII| Perhaps it will not be for long.”~The next morning Georges
16 VIII| one by one. It took him a long time to choose, consulting
17 VIII| to gather in my sheep.”~A long silence followed. Then suddenly
18 IX | and I can never do so as long as I have no domestic ties.
19 IX | the table. The meal was a long one, served in a truly rustic
20 XI | governess. At Rival’s door was a long line of carriages. Du Roy
21 XI | seriously?”~“Yes, for a long time I have wished to make
22 XIII| as she did so, one of her long black hairs caught on a
23 XIII| vest. Suddenly she drew a long hair out of the buttonhole
24 XIV | have been his friend so long; because his first will,
25 XV | inspired with jealousy. How long had she known him? Since
26 XVII| happy. The luncheon was a long and merry one. Before leaving
27 XVII| And he will keep her as long as we do not yield; therefore,
28 XVII| time. Then he replied to a long letter from Du Roy, giving
29 XVII| had loved the young girl a long time; that there had never
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