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1 1 |       strange refuges. Louise ran to tell the good news to
2 6 |     cold; a violent agitation ran through his body. I spoke
3 9 |   drop of blood. She rose and ran into her dressing-room. ~"
4 13|    When I entered, Marguerite ran to me, threw her arms around
5 17|      There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child
6 22|   restored my strength, and I ran the whole length of the
7 22| sorrow, he would share it. ~I ran like a madman, like a thief,
8 26|  Julie, who slept in my room, ran into the dining-room. I