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 1 1 |   mother as assiduously as a real mother might have accompanied
 2 3 |   her life, had not a single real friend by her bedside during
 3 4 |   interest you take in me is real, Armand, when you come back
 4 5 | events which are told you, a real affinity with certain events
 5 5 |  there had been an accent of real sincerity, and, going from
 6 10|   but which is none the less real, and which I will never
 7 11|    francs, you would do me a real service." ~"Send over to-morrow;
 8 16|     not, like me, find their real happiness in leaving it.
 9 16|     Do you want to go to the real country?" she asked. ~"Yes." ~"
10 16|      had told us, it was the real country, and, I must add,
11 16|    and, I must add, it was a real lunch. ~It is not only out
12 19|   love? Do you think that my real happiness lies in the trifles
13 21|      to make her confess the real cause of her distress, but
14 27|      had witnessed, shedding real tears at the remembrance