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 1        I|      excuse for a reunion, a sort of weekly bourse.~ ~All
 2       II| locked.~ ~He shook it with a sort of rage; and, being unable
 3      III|  housekeeper, they entered a sort of drawing-room, where the
 4      III|  master:~ ~“That is just the sort of man he is; he has less
 5      XXI|    in an undertaking of this sort.”~ ~“Whom do you call dupes,
 6      XXX|    delicacy, they affected a sort of gayety.~ ~“Here is your
 7   XXXIII|   rich.”~ ~And seized with a sort of panic he fled precipitately.
 8  XXXVIII|      me!”~ ~No response.~ ~A sort of bewilderment had seized
 9     XLII|     good Father Chupin, what sort of sport have you had to-day?”
10    XLVII|       repeated Maurice, in a sort of frenzy.~ ~And, as the
11       LI|      She forgot her fears; a sort of haze enveloped the terrible
12     LIII|      into dissipation with a sort of frenzy. Was she endeavoring
13      LIV|  often said to himself, in a sort of rage:~ ~“To love, and
14      LIV|  signed “Chelteux.”~ ~With a sort of cold rage, Martial continued