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 1        I|       would be quite capable of lying in ambush and shooting him
 2        V|   forgotten during his slumber, lying in wait for him, he regained
 3     VIII|    reading an unfinished letter lying upon her writing-desk.~ ~
 4       XI|  certain that the young man was lying, impudently lying, was abashed
 5       XI|       man was lying, impudently lying, was abashed by this scientific
 6       XV|      his chamber, she found him lying upon the bed, muttering
 7     XXIV|        public highway—they were lying with their arms crossed
 8     XXIV|      poor girl dead, to see her lying there rigid, cold, and as
 9      XXV|       the Emperor’s body-guard, lying dead in the fosse.”~ ~Maurice
10     XXIX|            Chanlouineau was not lying, then,” he said to his son,
11     XXXV|   battle-field.~ ~The baron was lying upon the ground, his head
12     XXXV|        hour later the baron was lying in a small loft, where Jean
13    XXXVI|          when she found herself lying in the comfortless room
14    XXXIX| surrounded the marquis, who was lying like one stricken with apoplexy.~ ~“
15     XLII|    sheet up over his face, and, lying there, rigid and motionless,
16      XLV|        the embroidered slippers lying beside the chair.~ ~And
17     XLVI|         in which her victim was lying.~ ~But she had not advanced
18    XLVII|      him.~ ~Poor Marie-Anne was lying on the floor. Her eyes,
19    XLVII|         respect the dead who is lying here!”~ ~There was such
20        L| atrocity. She knew that she was lying upon her bed, at Courtornieu;
21      LIV|    several bunches of keys—were lying upon the dressing-table
22       LV|       in the morning, found him lying there senseless; and at
23       LV|         observed an open letter lying upon the carpet.~ ~Impelled