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 1    I,  I  |  anxious as she listened. He spoke a long time, demanding nothing,
 2    I,  I  |     coming on very well.”~He spoke of his own affairs, in his
 3    I,  II |      diamond shirt-studs; he spoke without gestures, with a
 4    I,  II |    the Count and the Duchess spoke of their mutual desires
 5    I,  III|      the tone with which she spoke the word “Olivier!” she
 6    I,  III| about her life at Roncieres, spoke of her grandmother, to whom
 7    I,  III| spring.”~To judge whether he spoke the truth, the Countess
 8    I,  IV |      Sometimes, when Annette spoke, and he happened to be looking
 9    I,  IV |      he could not tell which spoke. In fact, they had come
10   II,  I  |     boredom of his solitude, spoke of Roncieres, tried to capture
11   II,  II |    shadow of the trees. They spoke no more. He walked on, possessed
12   II,  II |  plants than in the words he spoke. He experienced an inexpressible
13   II,  II |     spots, raised to his, he spoke to them in turn, moving
14   II,  II |    pet him more comfortably, spoke gentle words to him, laid
15   II,  III|    of my Reverie, of which I spoke to you when I asked you
16   II,  V  |    stranger! He, Olivier? He spoke to her, as always, with
17   II,  V  |       Besides, Annette never spoke of Monsieur de Farandal
18   II,  V  |      nether check them as he spoke nor soften their tone:~“
19   II,  V  |      each piece of furniture spoke of some memory. But successes
20   II,  V  |   mass, among all that which spoke of both of them, deep into
21   II,  VI |    how I still love you!”~He spoke again:~“I never have had
22   II,  VI |    were spasms of pain which spoke only of the torture of the