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 1       II|     alone:~ ~“‘You are an honest boy,’, said she, ‘and I am about
 2      III|       died, in giving birth to a boy, who was baptized under
 3       VI|          I am!”~ ~Alas! the poor boy was in too much haste to
 4       XI|      ears.”~ ~“Ah, well! my poor boy, you must not believe all
 5      XII|          a moment? How could the boy help being crazy about her?~ ~
 6      XII|          son:~ ~“Is it not true, boy?”~ ~“Yes,” promptly replied
 7      XVI|         flies! He had left him a boy; he found him a man.~ ~Jean
 8    XVIII|               Alas! yes, my poor boy. It is through Marie-Anne
 9    XVIII|           What of that?”~ ~“Rash boy! do you not understand that
10     XXII|        you do not know who I am, boy.”~ ~“Excuse me. I do know
11   XXVIII|         You love my daughter, my boy,’ said he. ‘Very well, aid
12      XXX|     lamentations.~ ~“Courage, my boy,” he said, indignant at
13   XXXIII|     troubled mind.~ ~“Chupin, my boy,” said he, “I do not ask
14   XXXVII|       track? Depart!”~ ~The poor boy, quite overwhelmed, faltered
15      XLI|     enter the inn, followed by a boy bearing a small trunk.~ ~
16      XLI|          large cloak an infant—a boy—whom he had sworn to cherish
17      XLV|        replied Marie Anne.~ ~The boy dropped his heavy burden
18     XLVI| knowledge is worth a fortune, my boy, if you are not a fool!”~ ~
19    XLVII|         stay with your horse, my boy, and I will go and wake
20    XLVII|          obey. Come, Poignot, my boy, take me back to your father’
21    XLVII|          only five minutes. Poor boy! after I told him that his
22     XLIX|        researches.~ ~“Really, my boy,” he said, addressing young
23      LII|        say it to flatter you, my boy,” he remarked, “but your
24      LII|     happened at the Borderie, my boy,’ said he. ‘The young marquise
25       LV|          called him.~ ~“Come, my boy,” said he; “I wish you to