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 1       II|      Armande de Sairmeuse, a rich old maid, was his god-mother;
 2       IV|   delightful comedy. You are rich now, I suppose.”~ ~“I possess
 3       IV|    from its confinement, the rich blood crimsoned her cheeks,
 4        V|    to him in history—was not rich.~ ~Although he had been
 5     VIII|      while her father was so rich he did not dare to speak.
 6       IX|    fly from the chateau of a rich and happy father, one cannot
 7     XIII|  bonds. So that now he is as rich as you are, Marquis, and
 8      XIV|     most of them were not as rich.~ ~An absorbing thought—
 9     XVII| despise rank; that he was so rich that wealth had no attractions
10     XVII|  personally, and he is quite rich.”~ ~“Because,” faltered
11     XXII|      only poor dependents in rich families can understand.~ ~
12     XXIV|  unbound, and flowed down in rich masses over her shoulders
13     XXIX|      my own master? Am I not rich—immensely rich? I should
14     XXIX|      Am I not rich—immensely rich? I should be a miserable
15   XXXIII| value my life, now that I am rich.”~ ~And seized with a sort
16     XLII|      as high in rank, nor as rich as herself. She was now
17      XLV| testing the thickness of the rich carpet with her foot.~ ~
18     LIII|      give up this life. I am rich enough, now, to begin the
19     LIII| table, he said:~ ~“I am very rich; if you will obey me and
20      LIV|  scoundrels were plotting “a rich haul.”~ ~Mme. Blanche, who