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 1    I,  I  |      horse with assiduity. His head was still remarkable and
 2    I,  I  |        then appeared a woman’s head—only a head, peeping in.
 3    I,  I  | appeared a woman’s head—only a head, peeping in. A voice behind
 4    I,  I  |      of her animated, delicate head, luminous under the golden
 5    I,  I  |       the floor, put it on her head and rushed away, in spite
 6    I,  II |          But Annette shook her head.~“No, no, it would embarrass
 7    I,  II | daughter of hers will turn her head. I beg of you, Guilleroy,
 8    I,  II |      better exercised than his head, and that he cared only
 9    I,  III|  little toward the back of his head, seemed to reveal at once
10    I,  III|        a short movement of the head, she would ask “Who is that?”
11    I,  III|         when he used to plunge head first into the Seine from
12    I,  III|        appeared to trouble her head no more about a fiance than
13    I,  III|     way that, turning away his head that he might no longer
14    I,  III|       sit near her and lay his head on her knee, to take the
15    I,  III| fingers lightly over Olivier’s head. “Your last black hairs
16    I,  III|       over him and, taking his head between her hands, kissed
17   II,  II |  fright, and first raising her head she finally raised herself
18   II,  II |         the blood rushed to my head. I thought I should weep.
19   II,  II |        The painter, with bared head and shining eyes, breathed
20   II,  II |         on one side, with bare head, her black skirt caught
21   II,  II |      blowing through Annette’s head that day, as it blew across
22   II,  II |       them in turn, moving his head first toward the one, then
23   II,  II |       to put his finely formed head, with its curly ears, under
24   II,  III|     wait. He followed her, his head confused, understanding
25   II,  IV |       clowns, going heels over head four or five times, showing
26   II,  IV |       upon him, and turned his head abruptly, as if he were
27   II,  IV |      more, and he, turning his head, began again to contemplate
28   II,  V  |      my fault if you lose your head?”~She held him, drawing
29   II,  V  |       much!”~Then, letting her head fall on this man’s knees,
30   II,  V  |       both hands he raised her head violently, turning toward
31   II,  V  |       strike the dust with his head!~Does one know, does one
32   II,  V  |       Then a negro with woolly head, attired only in a girdle,
33   II,  VI |      side, a plumed cap on his head, elegant, young, and handsome,
34   II,  VI |   always upon Annette’s blonde head, which rose in the square
35   II,  VI |   suffer!”~He leaned his white head on the shoulder of his friend.~“
36   II,  VI |      this fancy.”~He shook his head.~“Oh, I am lost, lost, lost!”~“
37   II,  VI |       tone, without moving his head.~She now looked at him closely,
38   II,  VI |       to be given. Turning her head the Countess said to the
39   II,  VI |       indicated by nods of the head that she too understood.
40   II,  VI |       He had tried to turn his head on the pillow that he might
41   II,  VI |   wounded man, and lifting his head tenderly laid it back in