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 1 4 |       young man, blond, tall, pale, dressed in a travelling
 2 6 |    morning he was frightfully pale, but seemed calm. He smiled
 3 7 | Without knowing why, I turned pale and my heart beat violently.
 4 10|       streaks of blood. ~Very pale, her mouth half open, Marguerite
 5 10|   herself in the glass. ~"How pale I am!" she said, as she
 6 14|       so sudden that I turned pale. I do not know if she saw
 7 20|   command." ~My father turned pale at my answer. ~"Very well,
 8 21|       round my neck. "But how pale you are!" ~I told her of
 9 23|      she passed me she turned pale, and a nervous smile tightened
10 23| herself face to face with me, pale as I was, she must have
11 23|   hour afterward, Marguerite, pale as death, put on her pelisse
12 24|     her she was more and more pale, more and more sad. My love
13 24|      raised her veil. She was pale as marble. ~"I am here,
14 24|      compared in my mind this pale and weeping woman with the
15 26|       weaker every day. I was pale and sad and thinner than
16 26|      his eyes when he saw how pale I was. The memory of his
17 26|       her cheeks, so thin and pale that you would never recognise