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1      XVI|  meditate some crime?”~ ~He glanced at Chanlouineau, and his
2     XXIX|    Here—read it.”~ ~Martial glanced over it, laughed heartily,
3    XXXIV|  Martial broke the seal. He glanced over the letter, turned
4    XXXIX|     suffer!”~ ~His daughter glanced at him scornfully; then,
5       XL| this, Monsieur?”~ ~The duke glanced over the short epistle,
6      XLV|    gets here.”~ ~Marie-Anne glanced at the magnificent clock
7     XLVI|       No sooner had Blanche glanced at the paper, than she became
8    XLVII|  that of Abbe Midon.~ ~They glanced out of the window and saw