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 1     VIII|       suppose that he has been stupid enough not to have laid
 2       XV| Sairmeuse, but he was the most stupid of men—a former surgeon
 3     XVII|     equal to ours. I think him stupid. He is a fool—his nose is
 4   XXVIII|       forehead.~ ~“I am an old stupid!” he exclaimed, “and express
 5     XXIX|        I hesitated between his stupid prejudices and the happiness
 6     XXXV|  conceive, the other, a trifle stupid, to whom it was necessary
 7      XLV| frankness he said:~ ~“I may be stupid, but I could not deceive
 8      XLV|   standing upon the mantel.~ ~“Stupid!” she said, with a laugh;
 9   XLVIII|     Borderie?~ ~“For she is so stupid!” thought Blanche.~ ~She
10   XLVIII|      fit; nothing of the kind. Stupid though Aunt Medea was, she
11       LI|        this news. “He is quite stupid enough to let this opportunity,
12       LV|    abruptly dismissed it.~ ~“A stupid expedient!” he exclaimed. “