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 1 1 |     made the acquaintance of one of my neighbors, a man between
 2 2 |                              One evening as we were walking
 3 2 |       There was in his heart one great passion, an absorbing,
 4 3 |    and phantasmagoria, where one sees by night things that
 5 3 |     exist, hears sounds that one does not recognize, trembles
 6 3 |      sinister of cemeteries, one in which one has no tomb.~
 7 3 |     cemeteries, one in which one has no tomb.~
 8 5 |      only black depths where one rots in the slime. It is
 9 15|    Mother Lafon's house, and one of my closest friends, Louis
10 16|                              One evening as I was coming
11 24|   there were nine chances to one that I could not find my
12 25|     two rival personalities, one desiring a thing, the other
13 28|      possible to see. It was one of those phantasmagoria
14 28| phantasmagoria of fairyland, one of those sights described
15 29| dazzling brilliance of snow. One saw nothing but the river
16 32| gloomy gray, rainy and cold, one of those days that bring
17 32|     of those days that bring one sorrows and misfortunes.