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 1      III|           great excesses of every kind in which he had indulged,
 2        V|        unassuming as a child, and kind and gentle even to the verge
 3        X|         was perfect. The duke was kind even to weakness; Martial
 4      XII|          had heard nothing of the kind.~ ~Martial was silent, ashamed,
 5     XIII|           he played the part of a kind of chamberlain to Bonaparte,
 6     XIII| Courtornieu, Mademoiselle, was so kind as to tell me where I might
 7     XIII|   Lacheneur from anything of that kind.”~ ~“Of course—I might have
 8      XVI|        But they do nothing of the kind. They think only of degrading
 9      XVI|         that the marquis has been kind is saying too little,” continued
10     XXIV|          so equable in temper, so kind and just to his inferiors,
11     XXIX|           under the protection of kind friends.”~ ~She bowed her
12     XXIX|     Marie-Anne.~ ~“Will you be so kind as to explain what is required
13     XXIX|   prisoner’s deliverance.~ ~“What kind of a window is that in the
14     XXIX|          his son, “will you be so kind as to explain your plan?”~ ~
15     XXIX|      shall attempt nothing of the kind. What I cannot do the friends
16      XXX|          shall see nothing of the kind, for a very simple reason.
17    XXXVI|        written upon the commonest kind of paper, was sealed with
18      XLV|           which seemed to exert a kind of fascination over her.~ ~
19   XLVIII|      fainting fit; nothing of the kind. Stupid though Aunt Medea
20     XLIX|        wanted for good advice and kind friends. M. d’Escorval and
21     LIII|         his mother to entreat the kind lady to advance them.~ ~