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 1       II|     ruin in ambiguous words.~ ~Alas! the evil days came. Toward
 2      III|       he hastened to France.~ ~Alas! Lacheneur judged the character
 3        V|      found upon the earth.”~ ~“Alas!” sighed the baron, “the
 4       VI|         Oh, how happy I am!”~ ~Alas! the poor boy was in too
 5     XIII|     were those of an infant.~ ~Alas! these attractive exteriors
 6    XVIII|      rejection of my suit.”~ ~“Alas! yes, my poor boy. It is
 7      XXI|   father.”~ ~“I forbid it.”~ ~“Alas! father, I cannot obey you.
 8      XXI|   remains, Abbe!” he cried.~ ~“Alas!” murmured the priest.~ ~“
 9     XXII|    they had arrived in time.~ ~Alas! here, as on the Reche,
10     XXII|   enter is the only thought.~ ~Alas! at that very moment a pistol
11     XXIV|     concealed in Montaignac.~ ~Alas! it must be confessed that
12     XXIV|      But they will arrest you, alas, Monsieur, because you are
13     XXIV|     misfortune on your family. Alas! your acquaintance with
14      XXV|        that I saw—that I still—alas! see before me, appalled
15    XXVII|        superfluous precaution, alas!~ ~The abbe and Maurice
16     XXXI|        journey courageously.~ ~Alas! he had not realized how
17    XXXII|     and they are rejoicing.”~ ~Alas! this joy was destined to
18  XXXVIII|  forgotten all self-control?~ ~Alas, yes. And when Blanche de
19      XLI|       quicken its throbbing.~ ~Alas! nothing was capable of
20     XLII| deserted her?” they queried.~ ~Alas! she wished to forget it
21     XLIV|        preserve not her honor, alas! but the semblance of honor.~ ~
22     XLIV|      supposed. Her reputation! Alas! she knew that was lost
23      XLV|         she said, in a rage.~ ~Alas! no. She knew better when
24     XLVI|       I have a son by Maurice. Alas! many months have elapsed
25   XLVIII|        his heart full of hope. Alas! Marie-Anne was dead.~ ~