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 1      XXV|     Escorval left the room to write a few lines to a lady friend,
 2    XXVII|       at the time of which we write, fallen into disuse. It
 3   XXVIII| persuaded Monsieur Martial to write a model. He suspected nothing.
 4      XXX|     his pen, and was about to write, when he heard a bustle
 5    XXXVI|    for the sake of—I dare not write it; but you will understand
 6   XXXVII|        they would arrest you. Write; I will be the bearer of
 7    XLIII|     If he writes, and he will write, try to procure one of his
 8     XLIV|       to her! He had dared to write to her!~ ~Her first impulse
 9     XLIV|   draft of the letter I am to write to the marquis.”~ ~The priest
10     XLIV|     It would be better not to write.”~ ~“But——”~ ~“It is not
11       LI|  exclaimed. “He was afraid to write me that a man, upon whom
12      LII|      that after this he would write.~ ~And in a day or two there
13     LIII|      Widow Chupin knew how to write, and Lacheneur dictated