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1   1, 68|     68. 'One whose beauty has little to distinguish it from that
2   2, 21|   like wreaths of plants, and little golden carriages yoked with
3   3, 25| prince for a while did feel a little pleasure and thought that
4   3, 32|        the prince, starting a little, spoke these words to the
5   4, 10|     of Kuvera, much more this little earth.~
6   5, 5 |    with the eggs and young of little insects which were killed,
7   7, 20|   hermitages is spent for but little gain.~
8   9, 28|         Thy only son, a child little deserving such woe, distressed
9  10, 36|    unimpassionedness with but little effort, unavoidably, and