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1       II|    the graveyard? A crust of bread and an onion in the morning,
2      III|   shoes off his feet and the bread from his mouth. Bertrande’
3        V|     hands. They earned me my bread for twenty-five years; they
4        X|     I should be left without bread.”~ ~These torturing apprehensions
5     XIII| forced to pay dearly for her bread; since Mlle. Blanche compelled
6      XVI|    scarcely earn their daily bread in this way.”~ ~“You are
7     XXII|    risking our lives and the bread of our children here.”~ ~
8     XXXI|    men had part of a loaf of bread and a little brandy. They
9     XXXI|     name give me a morsel of bread, and allow me to rest a