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1 I, I | only too well to what that sort of thing leads!”~“Oh, but
2 I, I | have become supple in this sort of malicious small talk.~“
3 I, I | for all his brethren, a sort of pedestal of glory, a
4 I, I | painter was shown into a sort of boudoir hung with tapestries
5 I, I | evening the incense of this sort of homage, she slept quietly,
6 I, I | Accepting his statement as a sort of jest, of no real importance,
7 I, I | embarrass himself with this sort of mistress, who would eat
8 I, I | calm, deep affection, a sort of loving friendship that
9 I, II | women, whom he served as a sort of traveling bazaar of erudition.
10 I, II | Their opinion formed a sort of code of correct form
11 I, II | doubtful race.”~“All that sort of talk is nothing but a
12 I, II | become almost a custom, a sort of polite ceremony, like
13 I, III| of Olivier’s bell.~“What sort of weather is it, Joseph?”~“
14 I, III| Bois. We must show all that sort of thing to Nanette, you
15 I, III| tight around the ankles, a sort of apron falling over the
16 I, III| card-room, and finally reached a sort of box over the gallery
17 I, III| himself borne away in a sort of nervous intoxication,
18 I, III| himself up to dreaming.~The sort of happy indifference in
19 II, I | occupy my eyes, and give me a sort~of hunger to see you.~“You
20 II, II | and bounding wildly, in a sort of mad abandon, partly real,
21 II, II | lived, then, smiling, with a sort of factitious pride in remaining
22 II, II | clung to her lover with a sort of frenzy. Was he not her
23 II, II | by them, penetrated by a sort of feminine essence with
24 II, II | prayed before this day, in a sort of invocation to her mother,
25 II, III| Her large eyes, full of a sort of terror, gazed at her
26 II, IV | his heart he still felt a sort of bitter discontent with
27 II, IV | irresistible uneasiness, a sort of paralysis of ideas, still
28 II, IV | the themes, and to seek a sort of tender and harmonious
29 II, IV | he bore within himself a sort of evocation of her image,
30 II, IV | felt for the showcases a sort of religious respect, as
31 II, IV | their minds still lingered a sort of glittering and jingling,
32 II, V | animation of his ride, a sort of breath of morning air.
33 II, V | him. Was this because of a sort of instinctive modesty,
34 II, V | straight before him, in a sort of moral stupor and physical
35 II, V | rising wind.~Suddenly a sort of roaring noise glided
36 II, V | a woman until noontime a sort of reminiscence of her rising,
37 II, V | she felt an indescribable sort of itching, the slow march
38 II, VI | celebrated stairway was a sort of fairy flight, an uninterrupted
39 II, VI | perception in the soul, he had a sort of revelation as to how
40 II, VI | immediately transformed into a sort of accessory to his passion.
41 II, VI | garden scene. Immediately a sort of fever of love seemed
42 II, VI | idiots who were giving a sort of apotheosis to that coxcomb!~
43 II, VI | stream of men and women, in a sort of slow and magnificent
44 II, VI | Opera.~Suddenly he felt a sort of affection for this man,
45 II, VI | him something?”~“No. What sort of weather is it?”~“It rains,
46 II, VI | I?” she exclaimed with a sort of cry of defiance, of indignant
47 II, VI | to fall suddenly into a sort of drowsy stupor. Hoping
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