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 1       II|       miseries, its hopes and its fears, its unexpected joys and
 2       IV|          for he did not share the fears of the ignorant rustics.
 3     XVII|     modest artlessness and chaste fears of the heart which seemed
 4     XVII|               Yes, father. I have fears.”~ ~“What fears, in Heaven’
 5     XVII|            I have fears.”~ ~“What fears, in Heaven’s name?”~ ~“I
 6      XIX|         the most cruel doubts and fears, Martial, goaded to the
 7     XXIV|        Escorval had concealed his fears and his chagrin from his
 8     XXVI|  nightfall.~ ~Beset by a thousand fears, he had taken the unfrequented
 9      XXX| discovered—and then——”~ ~“Have no fears, sir,” interrupted the young
10     XXXI|       exposition of his hopes and fears.~ ~“Wounded and exhausted
11      XLI|      fought against these foolish fears, lit a lamp, and went through
12     XLVI|            He was drunk with joy. Fears for the future no longer
13        L|      heard convinced her that her fears were groundless.~ ~She drew
14        L|        determined.~ ~But horrible fears assailed her when the inquest
15       LI|          LI~ ~Beset by a thousand fears and anxieties, Blanche had
16       LI|           herself. She forgot her fears; a sort of haze enveloped
17      LII|          by Martial increased the fears of the young marquise. The
18      LII|           But Madame need have no fears. I am discreet by nature
19     LIII|         and now her superstitious fears were reawakened and intensified.