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 1       II|  frightful agitation.~ ~“You will thank the Baron dEscorval for
 2      III|            The cure of Sairmeuse, thank God! is not so poor as she
 3       XI|            lowered her eyes.~ ~“I thank you, Monsieur,” she faltered, “
 4       XI|         my father—”~ ~“Oh! do not thank me,” interrupted Martial,
 5   XXVIII|           tiny grafted window.~ ~“Thank you for coming,” said he, “
 6   XXVIII|        you for coming,” said he, “thank you. I can see you and speak
 7     XXIX|    gratitude.~ ~“Oh, you need not thank me,” answered the brave
 8     XXIX|          him, have thought of me. Thank you, dearest Marie-Anne,
 9     XXIX|          you, dearest Marie-Anne, thank you for your confidence.
10     XXIX| embarrassed, Marie-Anne dared not thank him. How was she about to
11      XXX|          If you have gone mad, I, thank God! still possess my reason!
12    XXXVI|          Monsieur. How can I ever thank you?”~ ~“By not thanking
13      XLV|          a glass of wine?”~ ~“No, thank you. I must hasten back.
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