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1   1, 7 |     into the garden. "Alas!" he cried "all the world is~full of
2  12, 37|         him~his last advice, he cried: 'O Dighavu, my son! Be
3  14, 67|   varana-tree. 'My dear uncle!' cried the lobster,~"The lake lies
4  14, 73|         in~a line. Then the men cried out: "Why, this is the very
5  14, 76| repaired to the Blessed One and cried: "O Lord help me, and~let
6  16, 82|     yourselves?" And the youths cried: "In~search for ourselves!"~ "
7  16, 83|        He ran up to his boy and~cried with tears running down
8  16, 84|      repaired to the Buddha and cried: "Lord and Master, give~