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 1       II|            die.~ ~He seemed to have lost all thought of his surroundings—
 2       II|         events. He pursued his way, lost in his reflections, guided
 3       II|           circumstances, would have lost their heads! But he, M.
 4       II|          close of the year 1812, he lost his wife, the disasters
 5       II|            all passed before him.~ ~Lost in these memories, he had
 6       II|       unfortunate men have suddenly lost their reason entirely; and
 7        V|         passion. It was Martial who lost his self-control, and who
 8      VII|           as a compensation for his lost property—good! If he is
 9       XI|              and you have doubtless lost your way?” His words were
10       XI|       replied:~ ~“It is true—I have lost my way.”~ ~Agitated as Marie-Anne
11       XV|          the grove on the Reche, he lost the power of reflecting
12      XVI|       Lacheneur, with an air of the lost satisfaction, “that they
13     XVII| satisfaction that the game would be lost.~ ~He presented several
14    XVIII|       plainly saw that all hope was lost. He was sure of it; as sure
15    XVIII|         that Monsieur Lacheneur has lost his reason!” exclaimed Maurice.~ ~
16     XXII|          that case our cause is not lost,” said Lacheneur, with a
17    XXIII|            entreated.~ ~“But all is lost!”~ ~“Yes, I know that all
18    XXIII|             Yes, I know that all is lost—even honor. Leave me here.
19     XXIV|           her presence here, all is lost. If the soldiers question
20     XXIV|           of the soldiers were soon lost in the stillness of the
21      XXV|           carriage.~ ~“Lacheneur is lost if this man discovers his
22      XXV|            and that each family had lost one of its members.~ ~The
23    XXVII|               I have played, I have lost; here is my head. But if
24    XXVII|          all hope seemed absolutely lost?~ ~But the commissioners
25     XXIX|             enduring.~ ~“All is not lost!” she exclaimed, on re-entering
26     XXIX|           compromised—yes, a jailer lost his position; he is living
27      XXX|         with false hopes.~ ~“I am a lost man,” he thought. And confronting
28     XXXI|             horse, M. Lacheneur had lost consciousness.~ ~When he
29     XXXI|             for long hours. He soon lost his way, and wandered on
30     XXXI|          difficult to explain.~ ~He lost all idea of his whereabouts,
31     XXXI|          saw that their visitor was lost.~ ~“We must save him! we
32   XXXIII|             that Marie-Anne was now lost to him forever.~ ~He also
33     XXXV|          the priest alone.~ ~He was lost in thought, and it was some
34    XXXVI|               he said; “you will be lost in the crowd. I have more
35  XXXVIII|           of his acts, which he had lost while reading the letter
36    XXXIX|          she knew that it was labor lost; that they would not encounter
37       XL|        seethed in his brain, and he lost all power to consider the
38     XLII|             and perfidious creature lost to all sense of shame.~ ~
39     XLII|           power over those who have lost their reason; then, shaking
40     XLII|          opportunity to recover her lost prestige was now afforded
41    XLIII|             and evil, memory—he had lost all these. Even the instinct
42     XLIV|       wretched girl; “my brother is lost. Nothing will restrain him
43     XLIV|             Alas! she knew that was lost forever. No, it was not
44      XLV|          and ditches. Twice Blanche lost her way. Again and again,
45     XLVI|            The voice of Blanche was lost in the deep stillness of
46     XLVI|         calmness.~ ~“All is not yet lost,” she exclaimed. “It was
47    XLVII|          wildest despair. He was so lost in grief that he did not
48    XLVII|         time to dry.”~ ~“The victim lost a great deal of blood,”
49    XLVII|          such a death, our child is lost forever! And it was I who
50   XLVIII|     Marie-Anne’s chamber.~ ~But she lost consciousness entirely when
51   XLVIII|        Courtornieu. Now that he had lost his reason, it was impossible
52     XLIX|              The poor young man has lost his reason!” was the almost
53       LI|            resigned manner; she had lost, little by little, the servile
54       LI|       daughter; and now that he had lost his reason, Blanche, who
55      LII|            he discovered it; and he lost no time in presenting himself
56      LII|          for me she would have been lost. I am about to die; let
57      LII|             coming!”~ ~The game was lost. Blanche saw her husband
58     LIII|         cortege of terrors.~ ~“I am lost!” she cried; “I am lost!”~ ~
59     LIII|             lost!” she cried; “I am lost!”~ ~She tossed to and fro
60     LIII|      affected her deeply.~ ~She had lost an accomplice who had often
61     LIII|          managers.~ ~His hatred had lost none of its virulence; but
62      LIV|             radiant and endowed his lost idol with almost superhuman
63      LIV|         assistance, so he cried:~ ~“Lost! It is the Prussians who
64       LV|            ruse and no time must be lost in profiting by it. Martial
65       LV|             surprise, Gevrol almost lost countenance, and his blush