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 1 II  |        hand. “I know, Monsieur—Charles told me of your meeting
 2 II  |        Duroy, an old friend of Charles. Mme. de Marelle, my friend,
 3 III |       to you an old comrade of Charles, M. Georges Duroy, a future
 4 IV  |     Then he bowed, and said to Charles: “I will be at the office
 5 VI  |      looking charming in pink. Charles had become very much emaciated
 6 VI  | arrived, Duroy was startled at Charles’s appearance. He had grown
 7 VI  |       in the midst of packing. Charles lay upon a sofa and repeated: “
 8 VII |        VII. A DUEL WITH AN END~Charles’s absence gave Duroy a more
 9 VIII|       to leave me alone during~Charles’s last moments. He may not
10 VIII|      Certainly I will go. Poor Charles!”~The manager, to whom he
11 VIII|       at most.”~He continued; “Charles has no relatives then?”~“
12 VIII|   hollow. That was his friend, Charles Forestier, who the day before
13 VIII|        to you before even poor Charles is buried, because it is
14 VIII|         worn out with fatigue.~Charles Forestier was buried the
15 X   |   entire house reminded him of Charles.~One evening Du Roy, who
16 X   |     never think of it, because Charles disliked them.”~He interrupted
17 X   |     know I am getting tired of Charles? It is Charles here, Charles
18 X   |        tired of Charles? It is Charles here, Charles there, Charles
19 X   |   Charles? It is Charles here, Charles there, Charles liked this,
20 X   |   Charles here, Charles there, Charles liked this, Charles liked
21 X   |     there, Charles liked this, Charles liked that. Since Charles
22 X   |      Charles liked that. Since Charles is dead, let him rest in
23 X   |        thought, he asked:~“Did Charles wear a cotton nightcap to
24 X   |      time Georges never called Charles anything but “poor Charles,”
25 X   |     Charles anything but “poor Charles,” with an accent of infinite
26 X   |       here in the evening with Charles occasionally?”~She replied: “