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1 I, I | him to the beginning of old age, coddling and caressing
2 I, I | that he kept in a large old closet; but, soon becoming
3 I, I | protruding stomach of an old wrestler, although he kept
4 I, I | moustache—the moustache of an old soldier—had remained quite
5 I, I | Parisian women who never grow old; who carry within themselves
6 I, I | Eure. Little by little, the old lady had kept the child
7 I, I | necessary by the presence of the old lady.~Formerly, Olivier
8 I, I | scattered papers, open letters, old and recent, beside a painter’
9 I, I | anxieties that she longed for old age, to have an end of this
10 I, I | she made new links as the old ones wore away. But, always
11 I, II | arrived.~He was a clever old man, who perhaps might have
12 I, II | smiled.~“Yes, continue the old habit—I will allow you to
13 I, II | slender women never grow old.”~This point also was discussed
14 I, II | once a week until you are old. In a week you will know
15 I, III| talks without fatigue with old friends, that desire for
16 I, III| human heart, and which every old bachelor carries from door
17 I, III| had been growing terribly old in appearance, and although
18 I, III| neither young enough nor old enough—”~The painter laughed.~“
19 I, III| where a man never grows old, the only one where, at
20 I, III| she actually prefers an old banker to a young stripling.
21 I, III| events. At the bottom of old perfume-bottles he had often
22 I, III| the street playing some old air, which had suddenly
23 I, III| heart, a man who is growing old, with whom remembrance turns
24 I, III| Countess.~“Yes. We chatted like old friends. I like your daughter
25 I, III| he felt his heart full of old things revived, of which
26 I, IV | humanity, a stale smell of old gowns and coats, made an
27 I, IV | the easy attitudes of an old friend who does not stand
28 I, IV | young woman, a trifle too old for her; and Annette who
29 I, IV | impression of a double entity, old and young, wise yet ignorant,
30 I, IV | feeling for the mother his old ardor awakened, and for
31 II, I | field, under the~rain, whose old face, which I used to kiss
32 II, I | way of the solitude of an old cooing pigeon when you are~
33 II, I | is to me to-day! For an old bachelor like me,~liberty
34 II, II | deceased Guilleroys, in old frames from which the gilding
35 II, II | soulless body of her beloved old mother. That grief, which
36 II, II | what remains for me.”~“Oh, old!” she remonstrated, taking
37 II, II | tenderly.~“Yes, yes, I am old,” he repeated. “Everything
38 II, II | my heart also has grown old.”~The Countess replied with
39 II, II | which cannot change nor grow old, which I cannot cease to
40 II, III| realized that she was growing old!~That evening, for the first
41 II, IV | mother a reawakening of old feelings, of emotions sleeping
42 II, IV | soul was but twenty years old, radiant with hopes, and
43 II, IV | impatient movement, muttering: “Old fool!” Then he returned
44 II, V | such familiarity from so old a friend.”~“Come, come!”
45 II, V | should it end?”~“Because I am old, and because Annette resembles
46 II, V | need to adore takes on in old age. So he loved this little
47 II, V | in bending over it, the old melancholy odor of letters
48 II, V | like a slave, a trembling old slave on whom fetters are
49 II, V | sight of whom caused the two old models of human vigor to
50 II, V | would feel herself growing old, day by day, hour by hour,
51 II, V | because she was growing old! It was all finished! Yet
52 II, V | woman. Nothing had grown old but her body, that miserable
53 II, V | the sensation of growing old, continuous and imperceptible,
54 II, V | little respite. She must grow old, of course, just as she
55 II, VI | also looking at it. He felt old, lost, despairing. Ah, never
56 II, VI | enrolled in the battalion of old painters of talent, whom
57 II, VI | which never have grown old. I feel that my own is full
58 II, VI | answered.~“Oh, he is growing old, like all the rest of us,”
59 II, VI | interposed. “He is growing old quite fast, indeed. I believe,
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