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 1    I,  I  |   nothing to say to this man, so cold, yet with a reputation for
 2    I,  I  | afternoon she was late. It was a cold day toward the end of February.
 3    I,  I  |          topcoat and went out. A cold sun, in a misty blue sky,
 4    I,  I  |       other love, even, a little cold and incomplete, and that
 5    I,  III|          very well.”~A breath of cold air from far away, from
 6    I,  III|   colleague, Amaury Maldant.~The cold douche that followed, freezing
 7    I,  III|       Other statues, amorous and cold, embraced one another on
 8    I,  III|          of summer evenings, the cold breath of winter nights,
 9    I,  III|         home, still, silent, and cold, whatever the weather, whatever
10   II,  II |         feel that as one feels a cold current of air. You love
11   II,  II |  Countess? I am afraid of taking cold and having neuralgia.”~“
12   II,  IV |      among the trees, shed their cold and powerful rays into the
13   II,  IV |        but at the contact of the cold air a pain, of which several
14   II,  V  |        night promised to be very cold. He even ordered the chandeliers
15   II,  V  |     Through the window-panes the cold air penetrated from outside.
16   II,  V  |          the street, he felt the cold air, that first crisp cold
17   II,  V  |       cold air, that first crisp cold of the early frost, which
18   II,  V  |      flesh after his walk in the cold air gave a feeling of satisfaction
19   II,  V  |      imperceptible, like that of cold or of heat. She really believed
20   II,  VI |   Olivier’s fingers were growing cold within her own. Was that