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 1    I,  I  |   diplomas, and had visited her mother and her daughter more frequently
 2    I,  I  |       eyes, while gazing at the mother, said, “It is you, not the
 3    I,  II |   General the Duc de Mortemain, mother of an only daughter married
 4    I,  II |       the young girl beside her mother, who at a little distance
 5    I,  II |        to Monsieur Bertin.”~Her mother smiled.~“Yes, continue the
 6    I,  II |         same expression as your mother; you won’t be so bad by-and-by,
 7    I,  III|       painter contemplated both mother and daughter in the dazzling
 8    I,  III| daughter, a little faded in the mother, fixed upon him a look so
 9    I,  III|        like a vessel, while her mother was returning, having traversed
10    I,  III|      tender longing of a future mother; and he was surprised at
11    I,  III|       had said that? She or her mother? Not her mother with her
12    I,  III|      She or her mother? Not her mother with her present voice but
13    I,  III|       and you remind me of your mother.”~How was it that he had
14    I,  III|         in her throat since her mother’s youth. Certain intonations
15    I,  III|       hesitation with which the mother’s gaze had met his in the
16    I,  III|         gray knitting-work that mother and daughter were swiftly
17    I,  III|        ball of wool, kissed her mother on the cheeks, gave her
18    I,  III|      what is your scandal?” her mother demanded, as soon as she
19    I,  IV |      playing the part of tender mother in such a way that he might
20    I,  IV |       grave modesty of a little mother. In order always to wear
21    I,  IV |      the coquettish arts of her mother, acting with her, as if
22    I,  IV |       Yes, Mademoiselle” to the mother.~From imitating each other’
23    I,  IV |       troubled, feeling for the mother his old ardor awakened,
24   II,  I  |         11 P. M.~“MY FRIEND: My mother has just died at Roncieres.
25   II,  I  |         we~have lost not only a mother but our childhood itself,
26   II,  I  |    still say: “Do you remember, mother, the day when—?~Do you remember,
27   II,  I  |         when—?~Do you remember, mother, the china doll that grandmother
28   II,  I  |        weeps, and thinks of her mother. That is not good for her.
29   II,  II |    period when the death of her mother struck a blow at her heart.
30   II,  II |        the first time since her mother’s death she visited the
31   II,  II |      whether she thought of her mother or of herself, every moment
32   II,  II |         body of her beloved old mother. That grief, which she had
33   II,  II |         stand close beside your mother.”~She obeyed, and he compared
34   II,  II |         black attire, while the mother had for a long time lost
35   II,  II |    daughter, as if to thank the mother for having given him this
36   II,  II |         on the right, which was mother, which was daughter. He
37   II,  II |    beside him, composed of this mother and daughter, so much alike?
38   II,  II |         his former love for the mother?~When he opened his eyes
39   II,  II |      was Annette that spied her mother first.~“Good morning, mamma!”
40   II,  II |       sort of invocation to her mother, a despairing appeal penetrating
41   II,  II |         wish to rise before her mother.~Olivier Bertin looked at
42   II,  II |        as he had captivated her mother; and he felt a desire to
43   II,  II |        as she ran up to beg her mother to carry her first bouquet
44   II,  II |        remembrances of what the mother had been. He had a strong
45   II,  III|       under the portrait of her mother, in the ray of light from
46   II,  III|        like that—why, it is her mother come back to earth! What
47   II,  III|    again quite recently, at her mother’s death, she had had violent
48   II,  III|     prayed the other day at her mother’s grave. She must have help
49   II,  III|         lamentable story.~“Your mother is indisposed,” said Olivier. “
50   II,  III|        you were ill, after your mother’s death!”~“So be it! I do
51   II,  IV |   resemblance of Annette to her mother a reawakening of old feelings,
52   II,  IV |          It had always been the mother that he loved, but now a
53   II,  IV |   resembled physically what her mother had been as to deceive the
54   II,  IV |     because of his love for her mother, was it not natural also
55   II,  IV |        appear suspicious to the mother. He reached his home in
56   II,  IV |        pretty. Then he felt the mother’s eye upon him, and turned
57   II,  IV |        who knitted opposite her mother, on the other side of the
58   II,  IV |         in her the voice of her mother.~He let himself fall upon
59   II,  IV |     face that was no longer the mother’s, not altogether that of
60   II,  IV |            To take you and your mother to the jeweler’s to choose
61   II,  IV |        then he stammered:~“Your mother has already sustained that
62   II,  IV |          But Annette begged her mother to walk home, since the
63   II,  V  |      hands, offering one to the mother, the other to the daughter;
64   II,  V  |       rose upon the canvas. The mother had disappeared, vanished,
65   II,  V  |       Annette. He had loved the mother, through a passionate impulse
66   II,  V  |      was decided upon before my mother’s death. You remember that?”~“
67   II,  VI |      would have a lover, as her mother had had one! He felt within
68   II,  VI |        She is prettier than her mother ever was.”~To this the other
69   II,  VI |          no doubt,” replied her mother.~She had been thinking of