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 1      XVI|      your place I would take a journey. The frontier is but a few
 2     XXII| chateau.~ ~Hence this proposed journey was a deviation from the
 3     XXVI|  nearly dead from its terrible journey of the previous night; the
 4     XXVI|      talking of pursuing their journey on foot, when Corporal Bavois,
 5     XXVI|     would escort them to their journey’s end.~ ~“And it will go
 6     XXVI|      So, as they pursued their journey, Mme. d’Escorval and Marie-Anne
 7   XXVIII|      make preparations for her journey.~ ~“Poor woman!” the lawyer
 8   XXVIII| requires four days to make the journey to Paris.”~ ~He reflected
 9      XXX|           Half of the perilous journey was accomplished.~ ~From
10     XXXI|      the hills.~ ~He began his journey courageously.~ ~Alas! he
11     XXXI|      frontier.~ ~But this long journey was not made without bitter
12     XXXV|       the end of his dangerous journey with torn and bleeding hands,
13    XXXVI|  Marie-Anne tried to begin her journey anew, she found that her
14    XXXVI|        fugitives resumed their journey.~ ~Abbe Midon had counselled
15   XXXVII|        been able to endure the journey, proved that in this poor
16      XLV|       spoken.~ ~“Are we at our journey’s end?” inquired Aunt Medea,
17    XLVII|        to the Borderie.~ ~“Our journey is ended!” he remarked to
18       LI|     own, and that she made the journey, not in the large Berlin,
19       LI|        the second day of their journey, he declared if he were
20       LI|      inclined to complain. Her journey, the unaccustomed sights
21     LIII|    desperation.~ ~She made the journey, visited the prison, but
22      LIV|      expenses attending my own journey, ——. Divers gratuities, ——.