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A Fragment.: - The town of Abdera…
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The Bidet.: Having settled all these little matters…
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Nampont. The Postilion.: The concern which the poor fellow's story threw me into…
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The Letter. Amiens.: Fortune had not smiled upon La Fleur…
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The Letter.: Madame, Je suis penetre de la douleur la plus vive…
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Paris.: When a man can contest the point…
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The Wig. Paris.: When the barber came…
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The Pulse. Paris.: Hail ye small, sweet courtesies of life…
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The Husband. Paris.: I had counted twenty pulsations…
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The Gloves.Paris.: The beautiful grisette rose up…
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The Translation. Paris.: There was nobody in the box…
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The Dwarf. Paris.: I had never heard the remark made…
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The Rose. Paris.: It was now my turn to ask…
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