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 1 1 |      weeping bitterly as she kissed an infant only a few months
 2 9 |   held out her hand, which I kissed. ~"It is true," she went
 3 9 |     good-tempered. He merely kissed Marguerite's hand, which
 4 11|    from her, I had wept as I kissed her hand. This circumstance,
 5 12|      no more jealousy." ~She kissed me again, and I left the
 6 13|      arms around my neck and kissed me with all her might. ~"
 7 13|    head between my hands and kissed her. "You forgive me?" I
 8 13|   said: "Till to-night!" She kissed me more warmly than ever,
 9 15|  said to her, "Pardon." ~She kissed me on the forehead, and
10 15|    letter into fragments and kissed with tears the hand that
11 17|     arms around her neck and kissed her. ~"It will be charming,"
12 19|      resist such devotion. I kissed her hands ardently, and
13 21|  word, but held my hands and kissed them every moment. ~I asked
14 26| answer I closed her eyes and kissed her on the forehead. ~Poor,