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 1       II|         it down gently from the window into the garden. You will
 2       II|      betray us. As I closed the window, I said:~ ~“‘It is done,
 3     VIII|           He was sitting at the window, his elbows resting upon
 4     VIII|  through the panes of that dear window.~ ~Marie-Anne was no longer
 5       XV|     aside in the embrasure of a window.~ ~“What has happened?”
 6      XVI|     upon a stool, near the tiny window, sat Marie-Anne, busily
 7    XVIII|         dragging himself to the window in time to satisfy himself
 8    XXVII|      made the panes of the only window tremble. A loud voice outside
 9   XXVIII|         her to the tiny grafted window.~ ~“Thank you for coming,”
10     XXIX|  deliverance.~ ~“What kind of a window is that in the baron’s room?”
11     XXIX|         On which side does this window look?”~ ~“On the country.”~ ~“
12     XXIX|      from Monsieur d’Escorval’s window to the ground?”~ ~“It is
13      XXX|      refrain from examining his window. Two rows of iron bars protected
14      XXX|        and saw the bars of your window. Maurice and his mother~
15      XXX|       back and forth before the window five or six times.~ ~“What
16      XXX|        such a position that the window remained entirely in shadow.~ ~
17      XXX|    Bavois is looking out of the window. It must be dull music for
18      XXX|        old soldier, leaving the window, motioned him to stop.~ ~“
19      XXX|     wall, were coiled under the window.~ ~The decisive moment had
20      XXX|      and he crawled through the window.~ ~From there the height
21     XXXI|        then escaped through the window to run and summon the gendarmes.~ ~
22     XXXI|       let us leap from the back window and flee to the mountains.
23    XXXII|      silence.~ ~Standing at the window of his cell, Chanlouineau
24    XXXII|        iron crowbar.~ ~From the window to the platform, there was
25     XXXV|     poke their heads out of the window, and they will see you here,
26     XXXV|       going to climb up to that window, hand over hand. Not an
27     XXXV|   already installed.~ ~From the window, Abbe Midon and Mme. d’Escorval
28    XLIII| Marie-Anne was leaning out of a window. She does not even wear
29    XLIII|  daughter regarded him from her window with a strange terror in
30      XLV|       to the brim.~ ~Beside the window was a wooden shelf supported
31    XLVII|         into the embrasure of a window.~ ~“What is this about a
32    XLVII|         They glanced out of the window and saw a horseman stop
33    XLVII|           From his place by the window, the abbe saw Martial remount
34      LII|        who was listening by the window, turned in affright, crying:~ ~“
35      LIV|    dissuade him from going to a window and looking down upon the
36      LIV|       cautiously approached the window, and clinging to the hinges