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 1       XI|           Can it be you, you who grant a rendezvous to gallants
 2     XIII|       had dreamed? Ah, well! God grant that she may be happy; for
 3       XX| Courtornieu after dinner. Heaven grant that she may meet with no
 4    XXVII|      with him.”~ ~“The court can grant you no delay,” interrupted
 5    XXVII|         implored the tribunal to grant them a week for preparation,
 6    XXXIV|          s wedding-day, one must grant an audience to everybody,”
 7    XXXVI|        court of Rome would never grant you a divorce.”~ ~To suspect
 8     XLIV|        see each other for years, grant me a few hours. It is so
 9     XLVI|         too much! Death! My God! grant me death!”~ ~She invoked
10    XLVII|          dead, entreating God to grant peace and happiness in heaven
11   XLVIII|          he begs Mademoiselle to grant him a few moments’ conversation.”~ ~
12        L|       and then—oh, then!”~ ~“God grant it!” said Aunt Medea, hypocritically.~ ~
13      LII|       her eyes to heaven.~ ~“God grant that he knows nothing of
14     LIII|        her. She entreated God to grant her time for repentance