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 1     XIII|         on a bench beside an old lady, and was engaged in reading
 2     XIII|           Aunt Medea was the old lady seated beside Mlle. Blanche.~ ~“
 3     XVII|        sweet tones that the poor lady was as much amazed as if
 4     XXIV|        one should enter the sick lady’s room.”~ ~Maurice needed
 5      XXV|        to write a few lines to a lady friend, whose husband exerted
 6   XXVIII|        they would not allow this lady to visit one of the condemned
 7     XXIX|          you hussy, or——”~ ~“The lady who sends me here, Monsieur,
 8     XXXV|          do not hurry, the young lady does not seem well, and
 9    XXXVI|        hostess to take the young lady to a room and to assist
10    XXXVI|  grumbled. “As soon as the young lady is on her feet again we
11    XXXVI|          aside.~ ~“Is this young lady really your wife, Monsieur—
12    XXXVI|       when I spoke to this young lady of her husband, she blushed
13    XXXVI|            In two days the young lady will be on her feet again,”
14    XXXVI|         of exercise for the sick lady—I will do this before your
15    XXXIX|     where can Martial be?”~ ~The lady’s eyes flashed, but she
16      XLV|    wanting in zeal.”~ ~The young lady’s manner betrayed such positive
17      XLV| reassured; but he was wrong. The lady’s generosity was only intended
18      LII|       and it will save the young lady. And afterward she will
19      LII|   details given him by the young lady, he thought:~ ~“What an
20      LII|      Nowhere,” replied the young lady. “I shall be passing here
21     LIII|       mother to entreat the kind lady to advance them.~ ~Determined
22     LIII|        money as he wanted from a lady of high degree—the Duchesse
23      LIV|          Sairmeuse when he saw a lady hurriedly emerge from the