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 1       II|   enterprise, sufficed to make it turn out well.~ ~His wife had
 2       IV|         by his daughter, made him turn again to the duke.~ ~“If
 3       VI|        had just appeared around a turn of the road leading to Sairmeuse.~ ~
 4       IX|          of dry branches made him turn his head.~ ~Scarcely ten
 5       XI|        evil action to endeavor to turn a young girl from her duty,
 6       XV|          morning made the candles turn pale, they heard the furious
 7      XVI|          the world. I am going to turn pedler.”~ ~M. dEscorval
 8      XVI|        fatal. And if you meet me, turn away; shun me as you would
 9      XVI|      footstep behind him made him turn.~ ~The Marquis de Sairmeuse
10     XXII|        them.~ ~“Mademoiselle will turn back,” she said, calmly; “
11    XXIII|  Lacheneur. Now, Maurice, in your turn!”~ ~But already the duke’
12     XXIV|           open it, heard the gate turn upon its hinges, then the
13      XXV|            and who are burning to turn their weapons against us.”~ ~
14    XXXII|          cried, wrathfully, “if I turn pale and tremble before
15    XXXIV| forebodings. He was rising in his turn, when a servant approached
16     XXXV|           be led out to take your turn in the ditches. Ready! Aim!
17    XXXVI|      farther,” she said; “we must turn back now without losing
18      XLI|           the merest trifle might turn the scale.~ ~About ten o’
19     XLII|   afforded her. If she desired to turn public opinion against Martial,
20      XLV|        Poison!” Blanche could not turn her eyes from this word,
21        L|         thought she heard the key turn in the lock. She lifted
22       LI|          in every way; but now my turn has come!”~ ~Blanche was
23      LII|        few moments. Pray be calm. Turn your back to us; look out
24     LIII|           before his death.~ ~“My turn will come!” she thought.~ ~
25       LV|   mistakes? Nonsense! I will soon turn our defeat of today into
26       LV|         shrug their shoulders and turn up their noses.~ ~“Still,
27       LV|          prisoner, May. In~ ~your turn, aid me! By noon, day after
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