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 1     XIII|       heroism; he has deplored it bitterly since the battle of Lutzen.”~ ~
 2      XIV|     compelled to reproach himself bitterly for the excess of his fanaticism,
 3     XVII|           the distance before she bitterly regretted having shown herself
 4     XXII| discouraged, gentlemen,” he said, bitterly. “There is, at least, one
 5    XXVII|          faces. They were weeping bitterly, and their sobs alone broke
 6    XXXIV|         were rid of me,” he said, bitterly. “Instead, I return from
 7      XLV|         right,” murmured Blanche, bitterly; “Martial is such a chilly
 8     XLVI|       call!” she said to herself, bitterly. “He will come too late.”~ ~
 9    XLVII|        beside Marie-Anne, weeping bitterly. The expression of his face,
10        L|         the young marquise added, bitterly; and her eyes flashed, and