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 1     XIII|        could distinguish a white dress.~ ~He advanced softly, and
 2      XVI|     abandoned her former mode of dress, and her costume was that
 3     XVII|        she obliged Aunt Medea to dress herself, and without vouchsafing
 4    XXIII| physician, are you attempting to dress this wound yourself?”~ ~“
 5      XXV|         hoping that his priestly dress would win him a hearing,
 6   XXVIII|          heard the rustling of a dress against the wall.~ ~“It
 7     XXXV|          nor himself knew how to dress the wound, and he dared
 8    XXXVI|        an imperious voice:~ ~“My dress,” she said to the old nurse,
 9    XXXVI|          beside her; “give me my dress.”~ ~The woman obeyed; with
10  XXXVIII|         shoes nor of his peasant dress.~ ~Breathless with anxiety,
11  XXXVIII|         night? He was in evening dress and bareheaded; he began
12    XXXIX|         bridal robes for a black dress, and wandered about the
13    XLIII|       Marie-Anne, indeed, had no dress but the one which Mme. d’
14     XLVI|         agony, she tore open her dress and drew from her bosom
15    XLVII|      saying of Ambroise Pare: “I dress the wound: God heals it.”~ ~
16    XLVII|       with me?”~ ~By his peasant dress and by his long beard, the
17    XLVII|       ordered us, in Italian, to dress ourselves. They were too
18   XLVIII|       examined the pocket of her dress and uttered a cry of joy.
19       LI|         of possessing a handsome dress? Yes, twice a year, perhaps,
20      LII|          she donned her simplest dress, and, accompanied by Aunt
21      LII|         her. Blanche purchased a dress for her, whenever she purchased
22     LIII|  dissuade her.~ ~Her passion for dress killed her. Her illness