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501 23 | honeysuckle, clinging to the wall of his house, exhaled a
502 13 | uncle, how pretty it is! I want to hug it!" And this desire
503 26 | suddenly exhausted; he wanted to sit down, to rest there,
504 23 | delicious sweetness, filling the warm moonlit atmosphere with
505 27 | the tortuous course of the water with a kind of light and
506 2 | of pious humility: "Thy ways, O Lord, are past finding
507 26 | knew not why. He seemed weakened, suddenly exhausted; he
508 | well
509 39 | And he went back musing, almost ashamed,
510 | what
511 | where
512 27 | and out. A fine mist, a white haze through which the moonbeams
513 4 | and absolute logic. The "whys" and "becauses" always balanced.
514 14 | a day when the sexton's wife, who kept house for Abbe
515 | will
516 24 | the air as drunkards drink wine, and he walked along slowly,
517 13 | that is always budding in women's hearts.~
518 6 | instinct. He often repeated the words of Christ: "Woman, what
519 26 | think, to admire God in His works.~
520 32 | half-veil cast over the world? Why these tremblings of
521 27 | a great line of poplars wound in and out. A fine mist,
522 27 | Down yonder, following the undulations
523 | your
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