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 1    I,  I  |    then took his opera-glass, recognized her, and, dizzy with violent
 2    I,  II |   painter. “I should not have recognized her, and I don’t dare to
 3    I,  III|      day she might come here, recognized in her turn, saluted and
 4    I,  III|      and, although he had not recognized it, it might have rung in
 5    I,  III| changed that he had only just recognized it.~“Nothing,” he replied,
 6    I,  III|       little while ago he had recognized the rejuvenated voice of
 7    I,  IV |    until evening, were easily recognized by their activity, the sonorousness
 8    I,  IV |     very much.”~Since she had recognized in him this unexpected reawakening
 9   II,  II |    torn open the despatch and recognized the name of her husband,
10   II,  III| easier, smiled at the houses, recognized with joy the look of the
11   II,  IV |    this same park when he had recognized in her the voice of her
12   II,  V  |      call from a voice hardly recognized, the voice that long ago
13   II,  V  |    which stirred his soul. He recognized many that he had carried
14   II,  VI |      the audience in which he recognized many faces. In the orchestra
15   II,  VI |       to himself the women he recognized. The Comtesse de Lochrist,
16   II,  VI |  irritation which he had just recognized, how often he had experienced
17   II,  VI |       top of another, and she recognized on all the envelopes the