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1 2|         So, my dear friend, my thanks are due to you. I shall
2 2| Rastignac's hatter and tailor. Thanks to the 'Necklace,' my insignificant
3 2|       glory waits for me!' ~" 'Thanks for your peroration!' she
4 2|    busily in the dining-room. ~Thanks to the peculiar clearness
5 3|    square inches of it left. ~"Thanks, Vaniere," Raphael said. "
6 3|      the last word of science. Thanks to his wealth and title,
7 3|  pleasures of childhood again, thanks to the strange hallucination
8 3|      of this artificial sleep. Thanks to the material power that