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 1    I,  I  |    awaking in her a mysterious joy. When she heard him spoken
 2    I,  I  |    painter’s studio, a wave of joy, warm and penetrating, overflowed
 3    I,  I  |     deep, ardent, intoxicating joy. He had won her, her! That
 4    I,  III|   bringing forth their work in joy. Nothing existed any more
 5    I,  III|     her little exclamations of joy, while the little pale ones
 6    I,  III|        when one feels a keener joy in seeing and feeling, as
 7    I,  III|     Monsieur,” filled him with joy.~He said, with a radiant
 8    I,  IV |       by one of those waves of joy that sweep over Paris, on
 9    I,  IV | theaters, in order to have the joy of throwing into the telegraph-box,
10   II,  I  |   flower.”~Olivier smiled with joy.~“Was she very much grieved?”
11   II,  II |       happy now, thrilled with joy at knowing him so near,
12   II,  II |      consciousness, the ardent joy of having been good, useful,
13   II,  II |      up with that affectionate joy with which promises and
14   II,  II |       might have given her the joy of taking her with him;
15   II,  III|        houses, recognized with joy the look of the city, whose
16   II,  IV |      Again he felt a thrill of joy.~“Tell her that I should
17   II,  IV |  Olivier, intoxicated with the joy of giving, said to the Countess:~“
18   II,  V  |        on fire with fever. The joy of happy love, the joy of
19   II,  V  |     The joy of happy love, the joy of worldly success, the
20   II,  V  |      that would have given her joy, leaving her not a pleasure,
21   II,  VI |   happy, made her tremble with joy and expectation.~And Olivier,