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 1        I|    floated from the tower.~ ~His generous anger won the close attention
 2        I|   Mademoiselle Marie-Anne is not generous; but after all her charitable
 3       II|      rose, her eyes flashed with generous indignation.~ ~“My father!”
 4        V|        to know how to resist the generous dictates of her heart.~ ~“
 5     XVII|        this word—“I will be more generous than your old acquaintances.
 6    XXVII|      remember what the noble and generous Marshal Moncey wrote to
 7     XXXI|      beautiful like yourself, as generous and proud. Poor Marie-Anne!
 8    XXXII|    useless!” he murmured.~ ~Poor generous peasant! His heart would
 9   XXXIII| comparing her with the noble and generous Marie-Anne, his admiration
10       XL|     deserted. It would have been generous to have reflected the evening
11     XLIV|       but his heart is noble and generous.”~ ~And when Marie-Anne
12   XLVIII|     years had extinguished every generous sentiment, dried up the