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 1     I|            The Nabob opened the pocket of his dolman, and drew
 2     I|        it forth from the inside pocket of his frock-coat, where
 3    II|       with but nine sous in his pocket.~ ~Now, when a man who has
 4    II|     bottom of the heart and the pocket, that the men who control
 5    II|      not on my pulse, but in my pocket."~ ~"There is no necessity
 6   III|  kerchief peeped out from every pocket of his dolman, and was tied
 7    VI|         did not put back in his pocket the money lying on the table,
 8    VI|       and he drew from an inner pocket a sealed letter. "What's
 9    VI|      attested document into his pocket, thanked his own seconds
10   VII| pocket-handkerchief fast to the pocket of his toga, so that he
11    IX|     evening will come out of my pocket? You are very much mistaken,
12    IX|         last, sweeping into his pocket the banknotes piled up before
13     X|         drawing from the inside pocket[Pg 246] of his dolman a