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 1       II|         impostor, as an impudent fool. By the holy name of God
 2       IX|        said, despondently. “Poor fool that I was! I believed that
 3        X|               The chevalier is a fool!” declared Martial promptly. “
 4      XII|        she looked at that little fool d’Escorval! What would not
 5     XIII|      takes one by surprise.”~ ~A fool would have protested. The
 6     XVII|        think him stupid. He is a fool—his nose is so ugly.”~ ~
 7       XX|        marquis.”~ ~“And why, you fool?”~ ~“Because, Monsieur,
 8     XXIV|         your service. The little fool that commanded us this evening
 9     XXIV|          it is easy to gull that fool who just left here, it is
10   XXVIII|         instant’s reflection:~ ~“Fool that I am!” he resumed. “
11     XXIX|        reparation. I have been a fool—a miserable fool—for I love
12     XXIX|          been a fool—a miserable fool—for I love you; I love,
13     XXIX|          I should be a miserable fool, a coward, if I hesitated
14      XXX| considered the abbe an egregious fool.~ ~“What!” he exclaimed. “
15   XXXIII|       inn.”~ ~“What do you mean, fool?”~ ~But Chupin did not even
16  XXXVIII|       muttered. “I am not such a fool! Let them have a night to
17     XLII|       represented Lacheneur as a fool, and his followers as inoffensive
18    XLIII|       betraying me, or you are a fool. Yesterday Martial and Marie-Anne
19     XLVI|         my boy, if you are not a fool!”~ ~And he died, without
20     XLIX|          suppose you were such a fool as to persist in hunting
21       LI|         head.~ ~“I am not such a fool,” she retorted. “I should
22      LII|      exclaimed. “I am not such a fool. Give me money, and instantly,