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1 I, I | be making a speech in the House at this very moment.”~“Ah!
2 I, I | Duchesse de Mortemain’s house, a young woman in deep mourning,
3 I, I | Mortemain, who has just left my house, has assured~me that you
4 I, I | himself at the Countess’s house, and was very simply invited
5 I, I | large and luxurious modern house in the Boulevard Malesherbes.
6 I, I | two drawing-rooms in her house, which he entered so often,
7 I, I | gratifying them in her own house, she might give him a feeling
8 I, II | on Friday evening, the house of his friend, where he
9 I, II | and their presence in a house gave it a true title of
10 I, II | affection. It was at her house that the painter and the
11 I, II | chosen familiars of the royal house of France, he might rise
12 I, II | accustomed to visit that house frequently.~For the first
13 I, III| to receive him at her own house, or to meet him elsewhere,
14 I, III| dined at the Countess’s house, with a few friends; on
15 I, III| meeting at such or such a house, to which chance led them
16 I, III| sentiments of affection. In that house, where he was loved and
17 I, III| return of the daughter of the house; and he was already feeling
18 I, III| to go immediately to her house, that he might find her
19 I, III| he reached the Countess’s house, he was told that she was
20 I, III| lacking. He realized that his house was empty and his studio
21 I, III| fancied that, away from that house—perhaps in the woods where
22 I, IV | than alone in his gloomy house.~She resumed, answering
23 II, I | body has gone~out of this house it seems to me that I am
24 II, I | to wait for him at your house about~seven o’clock.~“As
25 II, II | I entered the Duchess’s house! Ah, do you remember that
26 II, II | times have I stayed at your house for whole weeks?”~“Yes,
27 II, II | circumstances, when the house was open to everyone.”~“
28 II, III| Annette. In that kingdom, the house of a pretty woman, where
29 II, III| his studio to go to her house, impatient for an explanation.
30 II, III| not like to see in your house almost every day.”~“My daughter’
31 II, III| every day.”~“My daughter’s house will not be mine. But this
32 II, IV | Olivier returned to his own house, troubled as if he had just
33 II, IV | for the first time in that house he was seized with irresistible
34 II, IV | melancholy mood with him from house to house, his mind was everywhere
35 II, IV | mood with him from house to house, his mind was everywhere
36 II, IV | herself had entered his house, so fresh, so pretty, so
37 II, V | home any more in her own house. That pained feeling of
38 II, V | indifferent faces at their house—those of the Corbelles,
39 II, V | after a breakfast at his own house. The Countess alone, isolated
40 II, V | Marquis installed in the house, as a betrothed lover!~He
41 II, V | continue to return to the house, so that no one should suspect
42 II, V | remembered! One day, at his house, she had wept because she
43 II, V | down there. I was at his house just as he was getting out
44 II, VI | introduction arose, filling the house with the invisible and irresistible
45 II, VI | so touchingly the whole house was moved with a thrill
46 II, VI | seemed to spread through the house, for never had that music,
47 II, VI | they passed the Guilleroys’ house the painter looked up. Lights
48 II, VI | will have it taken to your house,” said the painter.~“No;
49 II, VI | himself again alone in his house, that prison of his memories
50 II, VI | belong to it as a burning house belongs to the fire.”~She
51 II, VI | cracked.~All was silent in the house; everything seemed dead
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