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 1    I,  I |     said the Countess, slightly wounded.~Bertin had always been
 2    I,  I | although it flattered him, also wounded him, for it indicated a
 3    I,  I |       desire to weep, so deeply wounded was his heart.~He tried
 4    I,  II|       true, although its satire wounded no one present, that laughter
 5   II,  II|    woman’s heart, had agitated, wounded, and distracted her; and
 6   II,  II|         and women whom life has wounded a little, and whose hearts
 7   II,  VI|        even of a heroic officer wounded in Africa, of whom Paris
 8   II,  VI|        body, that was itself so wounded. Throwing her hands upon
 9   II,  VI|    again carefully examined the wounded man, to assure himself that
10   II,  VI|      seals.~She returned to the wounded man, and lifting his head