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 1       II|            M. Lacheneur made the arm-chair in which he was seated tremble
 2       II|       Lacheneur sank back in his arm-chair sobbing. He knew his daughter’
 3    XVIII|     relinquished all hope.”~ ~An arm-chair was standing nearby; he
 4     XXIV|          abbe led her to a large arm-chair, where he forced her to
 5    XXVII|          bounded from his gilded arm-chair.~ ~“Wretch!” he exclaimed, “
 6    XXVII| Sairmeuse fidgeted in his gilded arm-chair with every sign of angry
 7     XXIX|              He sank back in his arm-chair. A profound despair succeeded
 8    XXXIV|         the marquis sank into an arm-chair, and Martial, still holding
 9  XXXVIII|          carpet, and even an old arm-chair where he had read many a
10    XXXIX|       sank half-fainting into an arm-chair some young ladies of extreme
11    XXXIX|       heart?~ ~Buried in a large arm-chair, he sat watching, with contracted
12       XL|    marquis, who was seated in an arm-chair, rose, leaning heavily upon
13     XLIV|    Poignot, who came bringing an arm-chair for the sick man, the abbe’
14      XLV|       the bright fire, the large arm-chair placed before the hearth,
15     XLVI|      straightened herself in her arm-chair, her features contracted
16    XLVII|      threw himself into the same arm-chair in which Marie-Anne had
17    XLVII|     obliged to support him to an arm-chair.~ ~“Be a man,” continued
18        L|         She seated herself in an arm-chair near the bed. Great tears