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 1       II|     are a worthy fellow!’—very coldly said—will be the only recompense
 2       IV|      Monsieur,” said the cure, coldly.~ ~M. de Sairmeuse was about
 3       XI|        condemn, sir,” he said, coldly. “Permit me to hope that
 4       XI|     replied, respectfully, but coldly, that he would consider
 5     XVII| astonish you?” said Lacheneur, coldly. “Have you not expected
 6     XXIX|    arrested,” said Marie-Anne, coldly.~ ~“Then,” said Martial,
 7      XXX|         interrupted the other, coldly, “you will permit it. This
 8    XXXII|     are saying,” Martial said, coldly. “We pledged ourselves,
 9   XXXIII|  against Baron d’Escorval, she coldly replied:~ ~“I think that
10    XXXIV|      do you desire?” he asked, coldly.~ ~Jean drew from his pocket
11    XXXIV|         said the old nobleman, coldly.~ ~Martial lifted his hand;
12     XXXV|      you know, sir,” he asked, coldly, “that I incur a great risk
13  XXXVIII|    shrugged his shoulders, and coldly replied:~ ~“If you put it
14  XXXVIII|        Maurice,” he responded, coldly.~ ~“It should be a bond
15       XL|    Monsieur le Duc,” she said, coldly, “and we wish to make our
16     XLII|        when Mme. Blanche said, coldly:~ ~“It was because I knew
17    XLVII|             What I say.”~ ~And coldly, he added:~ ~“Martial de
18    XLVII|       table:~ ~“Here,” he said coldly, “is what I was bringing
19       LI|        say no?” she responded, coldly.~ ~“But you will not say