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 1        I|   plenty of money left for her fine dresses and her fallals.
 2       XX| CHAPTER XX~ ~Ah! ambition is a fine thing!~ ~The Duc de Sairmeuse
 3   XXVIII|       my possessions. To raise fine crops, and to amass a fortune,
 4      XXX|      turning and returning the fine and well-tempered files
 5   XXXIII|      written and signed in her fine and aristocratic hand-writing,
 6     XXXV|     was built.~ ~“You are in a fine fix, Corporal,” he growled.~ ~
 7      XLV|     palm of her hand. It was a fine, white powder, glistening
 8     XLVI|      which is adorned with the fine name of sensibility, but
 9    XLVII|    long for the result.~ ~“One fine afternoon, the superintendent
10     XLIX|    curse fell upon them.~ ~One fine morning in the month of
11       LI|  modest as yourself longed for fine apparel. Confess that it
12      LIV|         Monsieur le Duc is too fine for that.”~ ~And Martial