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 1      III|       replied Martial, “I must confess that the drive has whetted
 2      III|    worthy woman was obliged to confess, on seeing the terrible
 3       XI|    that his resentment—just, I confess, will vanish before”—he
 4       XI| weakness. And—why should I not confess it?— the Duc de Sairmeuse,
 5      XII|     being, as yet, willing, to confess it. What other name could
 6     XIII|       just been reading has, I confess, interested me deeply. It
 7      XIV|     his fanaticism, refused to confess this truth even to himself.
 8      XVI|        was a trifle brusque, I confess, but that is his way; at
 9      XXV|        met for the first time! Confess it! Say it!”~ ~Marie-Anne
10      XXV|    deliver yourself up, and to confess the whole truth. Such would
11    XXVII|       it was now impossible to confess that he had been wounded.~ ~
12    XXVII|   these shameful services? You confess——”~ ~“Pardon, Monsieur;
13    XXVII|  murmured the baron.~ ~“So you confess your guilt?”~ ~Once outside,
14     XXIX| crossed the threshold, “I must confess that Chupin is an admirable
15     XXIX|     movement, I should frankly confess it. What possible reason
16     XXIX| imperturbable tranquillity.~ ~“Confess, rather, that you have been
17      XXX|      that his son would try to confess connection with the affair.~ ~
18      XLI|       tranquillity,” he said. “Confess now, that you are trembling
19      XLV|           Do not swear; simply confess that you have been wanting
20    XLVII|        arm.~ ~“I am ashamed to confess it,” she said at last, “
21    XLVII|       cell. Our reflections, I confess, were not couleur de rose.~ ~“
22    XLVII|        exclaimed Maurice. “You confess your guilt, scoundrel?”~ ~
23   XLVIII|    plausible explanation.~ ~To confess all! It would be intolerable.
24       LI|       longed for fine apparel. Confess that it was impossible.