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 1        I|    scented misfortune in the very air. Only a month had elapsed
 2       IV|     fellow!”~ ~So it was with the air of a man who is making an
 3       IV|    shrugged his shoulders with an air of resignation.~ ~“The income
 4      VII| presbytery, a loud shout rent the air; the rifles were discharged,
 5      VII|          proud and self-satisfied air, the peasants were secretly
 6       IX|          day was magnificent; the air intensely hot. The rays
 7     XIII|          his son with a bantering air.~ ~“Really, you delight
 8     XIII|        trifle; and it was with an air of hypocritical compassion
 9       XV|         the table with a resolute air. He ate even more than usual;
10      XVI|         be a blessing to him. The air of great cities is not good
11      XVI|           said Lacheneur, with an air of the lost satisfaction, “
12      XVI|     witnessed this scene with the air of a man who distrusts the
13      XVI|     intentions. So it was with an air of suspicion that he said:~ ~“
14      XVI|     surprised; Martial, with that air of ingenuousness which he
15    XVIII|           of his time in the open air.~ ~In his delight, Maurice
16      XIX|  vociferous acclamations rent the air.~ ~Suddenly a match glowed
17     XXII|           that suddenly rends the air.~ ~The voice of a coward
18    XXIII|         soldiers had fired in the air.~ ~But the duke had not
19    XXIII|        bayonets, reared, beat the air with his hoofs, then fell
20     XXIV|       this terrible scene with an air of profound wonder, as if
21     XXIV|          mustache with a sneering air.~ ~“Not a bad invention!”
22      XXV|     wounded. Our men fired in the air. You forget that the Montaignac
23     XXVI|          he, passing them with an air of the utmost indifference,
24    XXVII|          quickly than in the open air. A black mould covered the
25    XXVII|      little more crimson, and his air a trifle more haughty than
26    XXVII|          the lawyers, and with an air of weariness and disdain
27     XXIX|      Lacheneur!” said he, with an air of the utmost surprise. “
28     XXIX|        listened with a nonchalant air, and she almost believed
29      XXX|          cry rent the still night air.~ ~M. d’Escorval was falling
30     XXXI|           when, with a triumphant air, he abruptly entered the
31     XXXI|     restored by the fresh morning air, the place was silent and
32     XXXI|          sign of the cross in the air:~ ~“Saint-Jean-de-Coche,”
33    XXXII|     stepped forward with a gloomy air, and said that these measures
34    XXXIV|  approached him with a mysterious air.~ ~“Someone desires to see
35     XXXV|       hands clutched at the empty air.~ ~A hasty movement, and
36    XXXIX|      measures floated through the air, the company, as if by unanimous
37       XL|           absolutely wonderstruck air he watched the marquis and
38      XLI|           suffering for light and air.”~ ~So it was decided that
39    XLIII|           growled. “She fills the air with her ravings; she wishes
40     XLIV|         His Majesty.~ ~“The close air and the heat of the loft
41      XLV|         she worked, she hummed an air that Maurice had often sung.~ ~
42     XLVI|         revived by the cool night air.~ ~“I wish to walk,” said
43    XLVII|        was with the most jubilant air that he explained the reason
44      LII|      half-cringing, half-impudent air; when it was finished he