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 1    I,  I  |           three years.”~“Yes, that is true. Three years!”~Though Annette,
 2    I,  I  |       graceful welcome.~“And so it is true,” said she, “that you really
 3    I,  I  |            mind, delicacy, fancy, the true charm of intelligence, and
 4    I,  I  |           which is the inspiration of true artists.~Leaning toward
 5    I,  I  |             her he must!~It was quite true; he felt a profound, tormenting,
 6    I,  I  |           happiness? Why, then, is it true that nothing is realized?
 7    I,  II |             peace!” said he. That was true; he wanted peace, nothing
 8    I,  II |         presence in a house gave it a true title of distinction.~The
 9    I,  II |               how to look; outside of true happiness, for they are
10    I,  II |       naughtiness.~The picture was so true, although its satire wounded
11    I,  III|        assumed its definite form, its true character and physiognomy.~
12    I,  III|         continued:~“It is undoubtedly true that marriage is the only
13    I,  III| pepper-and-salt locks.”~“Yes, that is true.”~In order to dispel altogether
14    I,  IV |               four o’clock.”~“That is true,” he replied.~But he was
15   II,  II |           Countess knew that this was true. Her heart was light, she
16   II,  III|               city, whose details all true Parisians seem to carry
17   II,  IV |              answer sincerely. It was true that the child stirred his
18   II,  IV |        jealous of the Marquis! Was it true? Again he examined his conscience
19   II,  IV |            doubt and entreaty.~“It is true,” said he.~“So much the
20   II,  V  |         friend, my only friend! Is it true that you love her?”~“No,
21   II,  V  |         turning toward Bertin: “Is it true that he is to marry the
22   II,  VI |         itself upon me.”~“That is not true; it was you.”~“No, I swear
23   II,  VI |              within her own. Was that true? No, certainly not. But