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1       XV| unfortunate man was weeping at the bedside of his son, who was, he
2      XXX|       grief, upon his knees at the bedside of his mother.~ ~But they
3    XXXVI|            who would not leave the bedside of Marie-Anne—of Mme. Dubois,
4   XXXVII|        wife, who was seated by his bedside; his first word was for
5      XLI|          Blanche did not leave his bedside.~ ~Soon afterward, Father
6     XLII|            induce her to leave his bedside for a moment. It was only
7    XLVII|            approached Marie-Anne’s bedside.~ ~With hand uplifted to
8     LIII|   remembered Martial’s oath at the bedside of the murdered girl, and