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 1       II|                   CHAPTER II~ ~A gently ascending road, more than
 2       II|        around it and let it down gently from the window into the
 3       II|     unworthy of you?” she asked, gently. “You know perfectly well
 4       IX|          yielded to him, was now gently withdrawn, with so sad a
 5     XIII|         low before her, he said, gently, and with profound deference:~ ~“
 6     XIII|          to blame,” she replied, gently; “he offered us a very considerable
 7     XVII|      suddenly as a hand was laid gently upon her shoulder.~ ~She
 8     XXIV|      sign from him, two servants gently lifted Marie-Anne, and bore
 9     XXIV|          the least.~ ~Slowly and gently she put back her hair from
10      XXX|       projecting rock and glided gently down the side of the precipice.~ ~
11     XXXI|           said the poor fugitive gently, “how can I find my way
12     XXXI|          at once, sir,” said he, gently.~ ~But the peasant placed
13   XXXVII| newspaper to the baron, the door gently opened and one of the Poignot
14  XXXVIII|      seems to me,” said Martial, gently.~ ~Jean Lacheneur made a
15  XXXVIII|   rendered you unjust,” said he, gently, “or Monsieur Lacheneur
16     XLIV|  repugnance, my child,” he said, gently; “your reputation has suffered
17      XLV|   dissolving, and she stirred it gently for a moment or more.~ ~
18     XLVI|   detained her by a gesture, and gently said:~ ~“Blanche.”~ ~The
19    XLVII|       Maurice,” said the priest, gently, “be calm. Courage!”~ ~He
20       LI|   promise it.”~ ~Then she added, gently:~ ~“But it is unnecessary