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 1       XI|           said to me: ‘I have been wrong, but I am an old man; it
 2      XVI|           in this way.”~ ~“You are wrong, Monsieur. I have considered
 3     XVII| unmistakably, she said:~ ~“You are wrong, believe me, to refuse this
 4     XXIV|           you distrust me! You are wrong; and I am going to prove
 5    XXXVI|         cannot refuse; it would be wrong.”~ ~His emotion was so great
 6  XXXVIII|          she had not been entirely wrong.~ ~Martial, who regarded
 7     XLIV|         Have done with this. I was wrong to confide my hopes to you.
 8     XLIV|         her suspicions:~ ~“You are wrong, my child,” said he; “the
 9     XLIV|     certainly sincere. It would be wrong not to take advantage of
10      XLV|        quite reassured; but he was wrong. The lady’s generosity was
11        L|       gloomily replied:~ ~“You are wrong; that which took place at
12      LII|           you are laboring under a wrong impression,” she said, haughtily.~ ~
13      LIV|            is this: if Martial was wrong— and that depends entirely
14      LIV|          is regarded—he was doubly wrong, since he was not possessed
15      LIV|   significant glance.~ ~He was not wrong. The scoundrels were plotting “
16       LV|      detective; and in this he was wrong.~ ~Lecoq was not the man