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 1    I,  I  |         and she must hear him, pale, trembling, and anxious
 2    I,  I  |     sky, threw over the city a pale, depressing, unreal light.~
 3    I,  II |    chair, allowed to droop his pale hands with interminable
 4    I,  II |        and beautiful panels of pale blue silk, of antique pattern,
 5    I,  III|       of joy, while the little pale ones touched her sympathy.~
 6    I,  IV |         When she was fatigued, pale, and felt that she looked
 7   II,  II |        the Countess had turned pale, for a new anxiety had lately
 8   II,  II |    touched to see her lying so pale amide the whiteness of the
 9   II,  II |     glass, almost obscured the pale image she was contemplating.
10   II,  II |   better today. I must be less pale.”~“Oh, you still look very
11   II,  II |       to faint.~“Yes, a little pale,” said he, “but that is
12   II,  III|  anguish, escorted his friend, pale and almost swooning, to
13   II,  III| conviction, though frightfully pale, she murmured:~“Olivier,
14   II,  IV |       great city garden with a pale life.~Bertin, with hands
15   II,  VI |   master sitting up in bed, so pale and shaken that he was alarmed.~“
16   II,  VI |       at the reflection of her pale face and haggard eyes.~When
17   II,  VI |       the room she saw first a pale face on a white pillow.
18   II,  VI |       the shadows; and in that pale face the Countess saw two
19   II,  VI |       change in him. He was so pale that he seemed no longer
20   II,  VI |       over him, she herself so pale that she looked as if she