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1    XXIII|           she had been a child and bore her to the carriage guarded
2     XXIV|      gently lifted Marie-Anne, and bore her to the house.~ ~Then
3      XXX|         appeared.~ ~One of the men bore a torch, the other, one
4   XXXIII| hand-writing, Mlle. de Courtornieu bore herself with partly real
5     XLII|          to the man whose name she bore like a badge of servitude —
6     XLII|         slept where he could.~ ~He bore all this uncomplainingly,
7     LIII|            known as the Poivriere, bore anything but an enviable
8       LV|           he had to fear, still he bore him no ill-will. Faithful