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1       II|     His wife had given him two lovely children, a son and a daughter.~ ~
2       IV|   regarded her with wonder.~ ~“Lovely!” he murmured, in English; “
3      XXX|     Escorval.~ ~Escorval, that lovely retreat where he had known
4   XXXIII|    surrounded by mourners, her lovely eyes remained dry.~ ~The
5    XXXVI|        granted by destiny. One lovely April morning the fugitives
6     XLII|    certainly crazy!”~ ~But one lovely afternoon in May Blanche
7      LIV| Sairmeuse. They would have had lovely children playing around