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 1       II|         himself upon a sofa or a chair, as if to test its softness.~ ~
 2       II|       know; and, leaving the low chair in which she had been seated,
 3       IV|        the duke bounded from his chair.~ ~“Ah!” he exclaimed, “
 4        V|   Lacheneur threw his hat upon a chair, and flinging back his long,
 5       VI|     Lacheneur had risen from his chair.~ ~“I must go and take possession
 6    XXVII|        glittered the president’s chair, a superbly carved and gilded
 7   XXVIII|        springing wildly from her chair.~ ~The priest bowed his
 8      XXX|        Escorval bounded from his chair. This man was a friend.
 9     XXXI|          and sinking down into a chair, he murmured:~ ~“Let them
10    XXXIX|         marquis bounded from his chair with clinched fists.~ ~“
11      XLI|     whole days motionless in her chair, her eyes fixed upon vacancy,
12     XLIV|           Marie-Anne sank into a chair. She discerned in her brother’
13     XLIV|      lifted her, placed her in a chair, and freed himself from
14      XLV|        slippers lying beside the chair.~ ~And whom could she expect
15     XLVI|           she slid down from the chair, and fell full length upon
16    XLVII|           and springing from his chair:~ ~“That is true,” he cried. “
17    XLVII|              He sank back in his chair, overwhelmed with sorrow
18       LI| background, but drew forward her chair and took part in the conversation.
19      LII|      back, half fainting, in her chair.~ ~Blanche sprang up with
20       LV|       her again, standing upon a chair, her face on a level with