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1     XIII| drawing-room for him—but it was empty.~ ~“Very well,” said he; “
2     XXXI|      Marie-Anne has filled your empty larder—and now you take
3    XXXII|        d’Escorval’s room—it was empty.~ ~The baron had fled, taking
4     XXXV|       his hands clutched at the empty air.~ ~A hasty movement,
5     XXXV|        that the baron’s cell is empty. They will poke their heads
6    XLVII|         palm of his hand—it was empty.~ ~“I was not mistaken!”
7    XLVII|         his vial of arsenic was empty, and that Marie-Anne had
8      LIV|   saying to himself:~ ~“What an empty life! What weariness and
9      LIV|  flatterers and office-seekers, empty and deserted, he laughed,