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1      III|  that she might make a good bouillon for the sick girl.”~ ~This
2      XLV|     a bowl of still smoking bouillon.~ ~It was evident that Marie-Anne
3      XLV|   everything—she tasted the bouillon. She noticed a slightly
4      XLV|      in fact, forgotten the bouillon entirely. She had opened
5      XLV|     a peculiar taste in the bouillon?” she thought.~ ~No; but
6      XLV| took the spoon, skimmed the bouillon, and then stirred it up
7    XLVII|    had been poisoned by the bouillon, a few drops of which were