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1 I, III| the Bois in the morning hours with its gay cavaliers and
2 I, III| any more for him in such hours of work except the piece
3 I, III| would rove about there for hours, knowing all the plants
4 I, III| recalled certain days, certain hours, certain moments, and he
5 I, III| always alone. After the long hours of work, when he looked
6 I, III| Long before, in certain hours of tender abandon, he had
7 I, III| tea that same evening.~The hours seemed long to him, and
8 II, I | Turkish bath of eight or nine hours. I get up~overcome by the
9 II, I | during those twenty-four hours of waiting. When he saw
10 II, I | which remains with us a few hours and evaporates amid new
11 II, II | evening before, they spent the hours in the drawing-room.~Suddenly
12 II, III| not natural that in a few hours she should pass through
13 II, III| not tire yourself by late hours, but walk as much as you
14 II, IV | covered with ornaments. In his hours of excitement, impulse,
15 II, IV | by work; but now, in his hours of powerlessness and nausea,
16 II, IV | and nausea, the miserable hours, when nothing seemed worth
17 II, IV | how he should fill the two hours that must elapse before
18 II, V | painter, who kept regular hours of work, never breakfasted
19 II, V | intimacy, during the quiet hours of the day; and the Marquis,
20 II, V | this at least during her hours of torture; then, in quieter
21 II, V | silence, murmuring:~“Oh, the hours that remain for me to live
22 II, V | precedes the twilight by two hours was darkening the drawing-room,
23 II, V | breast. For two or three hours, perhaps four, he walked
24 II, V | him to taste unforgettable hours of inward triumph.~He had
25 II, V | them, resembling for a few hours the paths in the woods at
26 II, VI | home. I have been here four hours already.”~“But on your way
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