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 1        I|           the first Sunday in the month of August, 1815, at ten
 2        I|           in the very air. Only a month had elapsed since Louis
 3        V| courageous woman had hidden for a month, found utterance in a single
 4      XII|         would take place within a month.”~ ~And turning to his son:~ ~“
 5      XVI|       they shall be renewed every month.”~ ~Like all passionate
 6  XXXVIII|         it will be forgotten in a month. The best way will be to
 7     XLII|          what!”~ ~“In less than a month you will be reconciled.
 8     XLII|           my eyes for more than a month—for it never leaves me.
 9     XLIX|           One fine morning in the month of December, the duke left
10        L|         aunt, that in less than a month I shall be Marquise de Sairmeuse
11      LII|          taken.~ ~“In less than a month,” she said to Aunt Medea, “
12     LIII|      heard nothing from Chupin. A month and a half! What had become
13     LIII|       departed this life within a month of each other, the previous
14     LIII|          of forty-five francs per month.~ ~From that day he lived
15     LIII|         Lacheneur tarried there a month; and by the expiration of
16     LIII|         by the expiration of that month he had traced these inquiries
17       LV|         him.~ ~It was exactly one month to a day after the death