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 1 8 |     hospitality," said Gaston, laughing; "we won't go till we please." ~"
 2 9 |     talking like a porter, and laughing the more loudly the more
 3 9 |   asked Gaston. ~"She has been laughing too much, and she is spitting
 4 10|       to laugh. ~"What are you laughing at?" ~"Nothing." ~"Tell
 5 10|      shall think you are still laughing at me." ~"You won't be cross?" ~"
 6 10|       you." ~"I could not help laughing at the idea that you had
 7 10| yourself easy," she continued, laughing; "however short a time I
 8 14|  asking myself whether she was laughing at me, but her face was
 9 17|        house?" asked Prudence, laughing. ~"No, at Point du Jour,
10 24|     Mme. Duvernoy was not in a laughing humour, and in a really
11 24|      myself that the woman was laughing at me; I saw her alone with
12 26|      country fellow sat there, laughing loudly at all the foolish