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1 I, I | when you are not here; my happiness when you arrive.”~She seated
2 I, I | yet that grief was almost happiness. Suddenly she saw tears
3 I, I | his heart vibrating with happiness. He had hardly awakened
4 I, I | him this almost impossible happiness? Why, then, is it true that
5 I, I | certainty of approaching happiness, what did it matter whether
6 I, I | and found, a deep, silent happiness which sometimes, when she
7 I, II | to look; outside of true happiness, for they are powerless
8 I, II | existence is illumined by the happiness of comprehending it.~The
9 I, III| enthusiastic, alert, he tasted that happiness given only to artists, the
10 I, III| given only to artists, the happiness of bringing forth their
11 I, III| would have lived in perfect happiness had he only had her beside
12 I, IV | heart was stirred with great happiness. In view of Olivier’s silvery
13 I, IV | something of that domestic happiness which he lacked; and she
14 II, I | used to kiss with so much happiness,~is now only a mass of frightful
15 II, I | praises of his domestic happiness, he eulogized the Countess
16 II, I | jealous of that intimate happiness which Guilleroy praised
17 II, II | barricaded itself in the happiness that chance had offered
18 II, II | look, he said:~“This is happiness!”~“It never lasts,” she
19 II, II | and who has put a little happiness into your life. I know that;
20 II, III| exclamation sent a warm wave of happiness through her being.~When
21 II, IV | like a source of heat, of happiness, of intoxication; and the
22 II, V | insatiable appetite for happiness, more voracious even than
23 II, VI | I never have had real happiness except through you. Only
24 II, VI | in life all hope and all happiness. She looked at them, those
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