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 1 I   | whiskers trimmed square like a lawyer’s, his mustache and beard
 2 I   | replied:~“A gentleman from the lawyer’s.”~“What lawyer?”~“Why,
 3 I   |      from the lawyer’s.”~“What lawyer?”~“Why, M’sieu ‘Canu—who
 4 I   |  Maitre Lecanu was M. Roland’s lawyer, and in a way his friend,
 5 I   |       at any intervention of a lawyer, with its suggestions of
 6 I   |     partnership and Jean for a lawyer’s office, and he has found
 7 I   |     again in amazement at this lawyer’s visit.~“For after all,
 8 I   |        upstairs again when the lawyer was announced. Roland flew
 9 I   |    prefix to the name of every lawyer.~Mme. Rosemilly rose.~“I
10 I   |        listen at the door.~The lawyer went on:~“Did you, in Paris,
11 I   |      far apart you know——”~The lawyer gravely put in:~“M. Marechal
12 I   |        was a true friend.”~The lawyer smiled.~“I was very glad,”
13 I   |      her tears, went up to the lawyer, and laying her hand on
14 I   |       Charming, charming!” the lawyer said again and again.~Roland,
15 I   |     last the tea appeared. The lawyer took a cup, sugared it,
16 II  |   certainly possible. When the lawyer had announced the news he
17 III |      know we have to be at the lawyer’s at two o’clock. This is
18 III |     would be a sort of amateur lawyer, and very select. Thank
19 III |          Are you coming to the lawyer’s?” his mother asked.~“I?
20 IV  |       to make the fortune of a lawyer. It attracts clients, charms
21 VII |        his own door.~The young lawyer was to sleep in his new
22 VII |        larger drawing-room—the lawyer’s consulting-room, very
23 VIII|  prolonged effort of will. His lawyer’s mind, accustomed as it