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 1     XIII|     Martial could not repress a start. “Oh! in love,” said he,
 2      XXI|       to the rendezvous. Let us start at once, for we must be
 3    XXIII|   carriage, catch the reins and start the horse off at a gallop.~ ~
 4      XXV|       abbe cried: “Come, let us start.” Mme. d’Escorval entered
 5     XXVI|      water, and was prepared to start on his expedition, when
 6   XXVIII|      come to me sooner? We must start for Paris without losing
 7     XXIX|         a trusty messenger will start for Paris, charged with
 8     XXXV| exclaimed the officers, “let us start at once.”~ ~But the priest
 9    XXXVI|        captured.~ ~“Yes, let us start at once on our return!”
10      XLV|            At what hour will he start?” inquired Marie-Anne.~ ~“
11    XLVII|     exclaimed:~ ~“It is time to start!”~ ~Slowly he ascended the
12        L|     head from the pillow with a start.~ ~Then, by the uncertain