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 1 1|      gladiators, Paris waxes proud of her Palais-Royal, where
 2 1|     set its foul mark on the proud face, once pure and bright,
 3 1|    strolling on again with a proud disdain in his manner, when
 4 1| trouble, and," he went on in proud tones that harmonized ill
 5 1|   relief against the velvet. Proud of her beauty; proud (who
 6 1| velvet. Proud of her beauty; proud (who knows?) of her corruption,
 7 2|    which, later, I became so proud. If I may believe you, I
 8 2|     But the artist, poor and proud, along with his endowment
 9 2|    though he may be a little proud, he is very kind, and he
10 3|     the same; she is no more proud to-day than she was yesterday." ~