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 1        I|         does Monsieur Lacheneur live? In that beautiful Chateau
 2        I|         of their lungs:~ ~“Long live the Duc de Sairmeuse!”~ ~
 3       II|        wax.~ ~“Ah! if I were to live a hundred years, never should
 4       II|    times like these in which we live, this gold will not be safe
 5        V|        never induce to come and live at Sairmeuse, died, bequeathing
 6        V|        will be there. They will live as snug as a bug in a rug!’
 7       VI|       Madame. But never while I live shall my daughter be your
 8     XIII|       behind the age in which I live, he belongs to the reign
 9     XIII|   concluding lines:~ ~“One must live, my dear Blanche!” added
10     XVII|         she said, at last; “you live upon the summit of a veritable
11      XXV|         what a sum! A man could live comfortably all his life
12    XXVII|    dying father commands him to live; he will understand you.
13    XXVII|        is my last wish; that he live—live for his mother!”~ ~
14    XXVII|         last wish; that he live—live for his mother!”~ ~He said
15   XXVIII|          He, the culprit, would live, and his innocent father
16   XXVIII|         therefore, no desire to live. Rest beneath the sod is
17     XXIX|         and they shall come and live near you. Jean will no longer
18     XXIX|        are my wife. We will all live in England or in Italy.
19    XXXVI|      leagues from here, where I live. I will take you to a priest,
20      XLI|        Marie-Anne shuddered.~ ~“Live in Chanlouineau’s house,”
21     XLII|       and his eyes glitter like live coals. If he ever meets
22    XLIII|     Jean Lacheneur would go and live at the Borderie with his
23     XLIV| continual lie she was forced to live.~ ~But she had promised;
24      XLV|      cast aside all secrecy and live there openly, regardless
25    XLVII|        my thanks, but I hope to live long enough to prove that
26    XLVII|       have in all eight days to live.’”~ ~“Upon my word! that
27    XLVII|        where is your energy? To live, is to suffer.”~ ~He listened,
28    XLVII|      not seem to comprehend.~ ~“Live!” he murmured, “why should
29    XLVII|          why should I desire to live since she is dead?”~ ~The
30       LI|       offered the other. I must live—I must have food. And you,
31       LI|     Aunt Medea with a desire to live independently in her own
32      LII|    duchess was now compelled to live under the scrutiny of fifty
33      LII|         the search as long as I live.” But Chupin, unfortunately,
34      LII|    having resolved, he said, to live by his own exertions. He
35     LIII|       who says, as he departs: ‘Live until the axe falls of its
36      LIV|      and vexation of spirit! To live for others—what a mockery!”~ ~