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 1    I,  II |           of the large drawing-room opened wide once more, and two
 2    I,  III|        luxuriously bound but seldom opened lay within easy reach on
 3    I,  III|       wrinkles saddened him.~A door opened behind him.~“Good morning,
 4    I,  III|            riding backward, and she opened upon this stream of equipages
 5    I,  III|          his favorite subjects, and opened the sluices of his eloquence.
 6    I,  III|            chill as if she had just opened a window.~Musadieu felt
 7   II,  II |          large as bay-windows, were opened wide. A breath of soft air,
 8   II,  II |          when her maid entered, and opened the shutters after raising
 9   II,  II |        whites of her eyes. Then she opened her mouth and examined her
10   II,  II |           the drawing-room door.~He opened his arms to her with an
11   II,  II |             for the mother?~When he opened his eyes on entering the
12   II,  II |            myself in this way.”~She opened her window, to breathe the
13   II,  II |            As soon as she awoke she opened her window and her curtains
14   II,  III| garden-chair in the right light. He opened his bookcase to get a book,
15   II,  IV |             Annette had laid it. He opened it and read two pages of
16   II,  IV |         case that he had given her, opened it, and offered him some
17   II,  V  |        satisfied, when the door was opened before Olivier Bertin.~He
18   II,  V  |       emotions and of love. She had opened his heart almost by force,
19   II,  V  |         earlier ones. As soon as he opened them vivid memories emerged
20   II,  V  |          her bed, when her maid had opened the curtains and lighted
21   II,  VI |      Olivier took up the Figaro and opened it. The leading article
22   II,  VI |             Hesitating no more, she opened the door, and found herself
23   II,  VI |            make him look at her. He opened his eyes then, but they
24   II,  VI |          breast, his mouth was half opened by his short breath, which