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But I shall marry a man who lives on nuts and roots, my dear Noel.
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At last coaxingly, "Why didn't you like this weddin', dear Noel?"
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My dear Noel, there is a serious reason for our opening communications with you from this house.
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Now, my dear Noel, neither my uncle nor I have any wish to intrude ourselves on your confidence.
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"You unfortunate?" cried old Tabaret, singularly affected by his dear Noel's sadness.
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" Dear Noel, I love you for telling me," she said.
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"My dear Noel, how can you be so absurd?"
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There were present, what's his name- Iforget ,whatis it?-Marigny ,theMinister of the Interior, Monpavon, and your master, my dear Noel.
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"Oh, my dear Noel, tell me what it is."
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"Ah, my dear Noel!" cried the old fellow.
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It was, above all others, from his dear Noel, now Viscount de Commarin, that he wished entirely to conceal his connection with the police.
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"The more I ponder over your history, my dear Noel," he observed, "the more I am bewildered.
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"I've been prayin' for you, dear Noel," said Peggy importantly, with her arms round her hero's neck.
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The New Yorker, January 31, 1942 P. 17 Elsa Maxwell has certainly bought it this time, as dear Noel would say.
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"Your dear Noel is acting up to his lights," he returned, "and he has no intention of doing anything else, absurd or otherwise.