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48773	Mirbeau, Octave	Calvary: A Novel			.txt	text/plain	81082	6060	87	heart vacillating like a little smoky flame beaten by the wind; and far eyes, my poor little body which annoyed me like a tiresome companion with eyes full of tears murmured several times: "Poor little devil!" Juliette without thinking at the same time of Lirat's malignant words: fur like Juliette's, and every time these cloaks and bonnets attracted law of my life, it was quite permissible, I thought, to look like The door opened and Juliette appeared wearing a white, long light of the bed, a face which looks like that of a murdered person, this man who thought he was going to live to the end of his days at the Juliette cries: 'My poor little thing, I have caused so, for my eyes will defile you and you will be like Juliette!..." "Sit still, I want to look at you more, my little Juliette!"	./cache/48773.txt	./txt/48773.txt