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 1       IV|      avenged.~ ~He drew from his pocket a roll of papers, and throwing
 2    XXVII|       his glasses, drew from his pocket a paper which he unfolded,
 3     XXIX|        have a dozen copies in my pocket.”~ ~“By whom do you suppose
 4      XXX|        have the letter now in my pocket. The abbe gave it to me
 5     XXXI|          drew his knife from his pocket, and making the sign of
 6    XXXIV|     coldly.~ ~Jean drew from his pocket a folded letter.~ ~“I am
 7    XXXVI|          Marie-Anne examined the pocket.~ ~She uttered an exclamation
 8   XXXVII|         drew the letter from his pocket and handing it to Martial:~ ~“
 9  XXXVIII|        which he slipped into his pocket.~ ~“Now,” said he, “let
10  XXXVIII| injustice, Martial drew from his pocket the paper which he had just
11     XLII|          and conciliation in his pocket, he would no longer tolerate
12      XLV|          drew her purse from her pocket, and taking out three louis,
13    XLVII|         to him. He took from his pocket a bulky envelope, and throwing
14   XLVIII|          sprang up, examined the pocket of her dress and uttered
15     LIII| suppositions.~ ~He drew from his pocket a handful of gold, and,
16       LV|       investigations, and in his pocket was a note for M. d’Escorval
17       LV|      slipped the letter into his pocket, then with a hasty movement