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1 II| he always shook his head sadly, as he replied:~ ~“If I 2 II| obligation.”~ ~The girl sadly shook her head.~ ~“Why do 3 III| and nothing could be more sadly absurd, that a mere act 4 V| The wretched man smiled sadly.~ ~“Oh,” he replied, “we 5 IX| imputation?” she asked, sadly. “Must I declare that if 6 XVI| like Abbe Midon,” he said, sadly; “you will not believe. 7 XVIII| entreaties,” he replied, sadly. “Nothing remains for you 8 XXIII| dare you!”~ ~Chanlouineau sadly shook his head.~ ~“What 9 XXV| yours.”~ ~She shook her head sadly.~ ~“I was terrified,” she 10 XXV| despatches.~ ~The priest sadly rejoined his companions.~ ~“ 11 XXVIII| you?” said Chanlouineau, sadly. “Forgive one who is about 12 XXVIII| yourself?”~ ~The young man sadly shook his head.~ ~“Is it 13 XXVIII| ten minutes ago,” he said, sadly. “I have my orders.”~ ~“ 14 XXIX| me, then?” asked Martial, sadly.~ ~If she had allowed herself 15 XXX| M. d’Escorval smiled sadly. Some attentions on the 16 XXXV| us, Corporal,” they said, sadly. “Misery renders men suspicious 17 XXXV| the poor man,” he said, sadly.~ ~“Come nearer, my good 18 XXXV| any hope?”~ ~The priest sadly shook his head, and pointing 19 XXXV| you, my friend,” he asked, sadly, “what are you going to 20 XXXVIII| you distrust me!” he said, sadly.~ ~Jean Lacheneur was silent— 21 XL| repeated the young wife, sadly, but without bitterness. “ 22 XLI| fear?”~ ~She shook her head sadly and replied:~ ~“I have nothing 23 XLIV| conditions, that he said, sadly:~ ~“We are friends, are 24 XLVI| antidote.”~ ~Marie-Anne sadly shook her head.~ ~“Nothing 25 XLVII| save her.”~ ~As the priest sadly pointed to heaven, Jean 26 XLVII| evening,” replied the abbe, sadly.~ ~Maurice, forgetting the 27 XLVIII| she replied, humbly and sadly. “I shall never be consoled.”~ ~ 28 L| her cheeks, and she looked sadly, yet threateningly, around