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 1    I,  I  |   house, a young woman in deep mourning, who was just leaving as
 2    I,  I  |        deputy; that she was in mourning for her husband’s father;
 3    I,  I  | because of the Countess’s deep mourning; but the painter declared
 4    I,  I  |    black, made of sunlight and mourning, seated before him, laughing
 5    I,  I  |     that winter, as she was in mourning; so that, for lack of society
 6   II,  II |        to see your daughter in mourning?”~“Why?” inquired the Countess.~“
 7   II,  II |     wear it since I am in deep mourning!”~He had passed his arm
 8   II,  II |        until you cease to wear mourning,” said he; “that will not
 9   II,  III| blondes should never leave off mourning” she went away much pleased,
10   II,  III|        well then in your first mourning as a woman—no, in your second,
11   II,  IV |       the first time since her mourning, since black attire had
12   II,  V  |        because of their recent mourning, she feared, with a confused
13   II,  V  |    from the gay world by their mourning. Meeting only indifferent
14   II,  V  | remembered that the Countess’s mourning might be an obstacle to
15   II,  V  |    friend, what a pity! And my mourning?”~“Your mourning has lasted
16   II,  V  |        And my mourning?”~“Your mourning has lasted for almost four
17   II,  V  |      same time—her age and her mourning. Her active, intelligent,