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 1    I,  I  |       and Madame de Guilleroy, rising, approached the table, on
 2    I,  II |        man of fashion from his rising to his going to rest, without
 3    I,  III|        I, too, always feel the rising of the sap in April; it
 4    I,  III|      guess the reasons of this rising up of his former life which
 5   II,  III|       I wish to speak to you.”~Rising, she said quickly to Annette; “
 6   II,  V  | death-struggle or the savor of rising sap.~In crossing the threshold
 7   II,  V  | another, blown by puffs of the rising wind.~Suddenly a sort of
 8   II,  V  |      themselves, whirling, and rising in spirals up to the tops
 9   II,  V  |    sort of reminiscence of her rising, the material and warm impression
10   II,  VI |        article, then, with the rising anger so quickly felt by
11   II,  VI |        movements, stooping and rising again quickly, to finish
12   II,  VI |     felt an intolerable terror rising in her soul. Nightmare assailed