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ca. 1830–40
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ca. 1830–40
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1843
"Wait your turn, Monsieur... I had that first." from the Little Miseries of Human Life
1843
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1843
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1843
"A whirlwind of smoke and ashes seizes the air you breathe." from the Little Miseries of Human Life
1843
"They began at once their frightful charivari." from the Little Miseries of Human Life
1843
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1843
"The rippling water seems to be mocking our misfortune." from the Little Miseries of Human Life
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1843