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 1    I,  I  |   troubled and agitated stream called Parisian life. Knowing everyone
 2    I,  I  |    agricultural and political, called them frequently, it ended
 3    I,  I  |     pleased when she heard him called handsome. When she was alone,
 4    I,  I  |         A cab was passing; she called to it and said to the driver: “
 5    I,  III|  appear the more recent poets, called “les enerves.”~Between the
 6    I,  III|    younger members of the club called them, acquired red faces,
 7    I,  III| condition of cerebral activity called inspiration, he decided
 8    I,  IV |        Everyone there laughed, called out, drank and ate, enlivened
 9   II,  I  |         The physician that was called~to treat me for the nervous
10   II,  II |   enough to drive one mad.”~He called: “Annette! Nane!”~The young
11   II,  II | Comtesse is served.”~“Have you called my daughter?” the Countess
12   II,  II |        spirit, and the painter called her back, marveling at this
13   II,  II |   light one of the young girl, called: “Fifteen, thirty, forty,
14   II,  II |     through which ran a stream called “La Rainette,” no doubt
15   II,  II |   hunting among the bushes. He called him, and when the dog ran
16   II,  II |    wept; and her maid, who was called to assist her to bed, seeing
17   II,  III|     closed to visitors, no one called that evening. Madame de
18   II,  III|      from some source, and she called on God now as she had summoned
19   II,  IV |        he should enter; almost called a cab to take him to the
20   II,  V  |  irresistible tenderness which called up in his mind the radiant
21   II,  V  |        it in her mirrors. They called her, drew her, forced her
22   II,  VI |     event.~That heavy monument called the National Academy of
23   II,  VI |       coxcomb!~An artist! They called him a artist, a great artist!
24   II,  VI |    time is it?”~“It is I,” she called. “I have an urgent letter