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 1        I|        linen blouse. He was urging forward, with repeated blows, a
 2       IV|         Marie-Anne stepped quickly forward.~ ~“The proof, Monsieur,”
 3       IV|          fortune.”~ ~As she sprang forward her beautiful dark hair
 4        V|         supposed so, for he sprang forward.~ ~“This shall not be, Monsieur
 5     XIII|  Courtornieu, and the marquis came forward to receive his guests in
 6      XIX|     auxiliaries. They were looking forward to such a magnificent reward.~ ~
 7      XXI|           This sturdy peasant came forward, brandishing his gun.~ ~“
 8      XXI|         leaped into the saddle.~ ~“Forward!” he ordered.~ ~But the
 9      XXI|         life. And now, my friends, forward!”~ ~A loud cheer answered
10     XXII|            only hope of salvation. Forward, then, at once. That is
11     XXII|         who hesitates is a coward! Forward!”~ ~A shout of approval
12     XXII|       thousand throats replied:~ ~“Forward!”~ ~They unfurled the tri-color,
13     XXII|          But it is not the cry of “Forward!” that suddenly rends the
14    XXIII|            the distance. He dashed forward, to meet them, trying by
15    XXVII| Courtornieu left his seat and came forward to the platform.~ ~“I must
16    XXVII|             He was about to spring forward and cry:~ ~“It was I who
17   XXVIII|        demanded.~ ~Marie-Anne came forward.~ ~“I am she, Monsieur,”
18      XXX|         happiness, his wife sprang forward with open arms to receive
19    XXXII|            Sairmeuse.~ ~He stepped forward with a gloomy air, and said
20    XXXIV|        this, however, and hastened forward the preparations for the
21    XXXIV|              The young man stepped forward.~ ~“You believed that you
22    XXXIV|           Mme. Blanche both sprang forward.~ ~“What is it?” they asked
23     XXXV|           wall, then he was thrown forward by the rebound.~ ~His unalterable
24     XXXV|        fear nothing!”~ ~He stepped forward, and by the flickering light
25    XXXVI| broad-brimmed hat.~ ~“Now, steady, forward, march!” he said to Maurice
26  XXXVIII|         And addressing his men:~ ~“Forward!” he exclaimed. He was about
27       XL|          Mme. Blanche came rapidly forward to meet the duke, as pale
28    XLVII|           allowed to receive or to forward letters, or if I had been
29    XLVII|         priest’s commands, stepped forward.~ ~“She was alone and defenceless.
30       LI|           the background, but drew forward her chair and took part