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 1        V|        was beside himself with passion. It was Martial who lost
 2       VI|        strengthened the grande passion which preserved Maurice
 3       IX|      scattered by the storm of passion which had swept over his
 4       IX|        him!” he exclaimed in a passion of fury; “but I shall know—
 5       XI|       cause of his outburst of passion; but what did it matter
 6       XI|  Martial, who turned pale with passion.~ ~“But I have still another
 7      XII|       illumined her face, what passion shone in those great black
 8      XII|    name could be given to this passion which had overpowered reason,
 9      XII|    suspect the young marquis’s passion for Marie-Anne?~ ~According
10      XIV| conflict between his honor and passion.~ ~Had he not longed only
11      XVI|       second, the most furious passion contracted his features.~ ~
12      XVI|     could restrain his furious passion no longer.~ ~“Well, yes!”
13      XVI|         but I have none of the passion nor the malice of your enemies.
14     XVII|         in a voice hoarse with passion. “He sends flowers to her
15    XVIII| another disappointment.”~ ~But passion is not always blind. What
16    XVIII|   expedient to pretend a great passion for it, since it would furnish
17      XIX|       so completely blinded by passion that he would not have been
18      XXV|     led astray by the voice of passion.~ ~Such noble women can,
19   XXVIII|        to the highest pitch by passion, sounds which would have
20   XXVIII|       back.~ ~This outburst of passion, at such a moment, seemed
21     XXIX|     voice betrayed the intense passion and joy that was surging
22     XXIX|    Sairmeuse, had avowed their passion in almost the very same
23     XXIX|       the duke, in a frenzy of passion; “the facts!”~ ~“Very well,”
24     XXIX|       how powerful must be the passion that imparted such a ringing
25    XXXII|     Chanlouineau, in a fury of passion. “Leave, or——”~ ~Without
26   XXXIII|       it is to say it—the real passion seldom or never attains.
27   XXXIII|     Chupin flew into a furious passion.~ ~“So it was to tempt me
28     XXXV|       cried the corporal, in a passion of indignation; “but patience.
29    XXXVI|        palpitated with sublime passion.~ ~He was silent for a moment,
30  XXXVIII|        Sairmeuse, frantic with passion, cast into the face of his
31  XXXVIII|      hatred in his heart was a passion which, instead of growing
32  XXXVIII|         He was so frantic with passion that he forgot his usual
33    XXXIX|       Martial, terrible in his passion, flung the crumbled letter
34      XLI|     the thought of this grande passion which she had inspired in
35      XLI|     made the tabernacle of his passion.~ ~Here, everything was
36     XLII|       then only to satisfy his passion for hunting. At such times,
37    XLIII|      unheard in this tumult of passion. Her sufferings, and Jean
38    XLIII|        improvement.~ ~A single passion, the table, took the place
39     XLIV|      drawn into a whirlpool of passion, rancor, vengeance, and
40     XLIV|     her by the grandeur of his passion.~ ~How noble the two men
41      XLV|         with the fanaticism of passion, all that was costly and
42    XLVII|     ignorant of Martial’s wild passion for Marie-Anne. He wished
43    XLVII| Maurice sprang up in a fury of passion, but the abbe darted to
44     XLIX|        the fierce whirlwind of passion which had devastated the
45        L|    received only increased his passion. It was for her sake that
46        L|        with his still powerful passion.~ ~And Blanche, in terror,
47     LIII|    made to dissuade her.~ ~Her passion for dress killed her. Her
48      LIV|      man obeys the dictates of passion without pausing to reflect.