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 1 I   |      soul, that the sharpest pain comes to be like other~memories;
 2 VI  |      his guide, and kept his pain to himself. After~marching
 3 VI  |   this dreadful knowledge of pain and human strength,~M. de
 4 VI  |      in my power to cure the pain."~ ~"Permit me to throw
 5 VII |  wrong," he began, a note of pain and a sublime~kindness in
 6 VII | heavy burden of an unguessed pain, some man whose soul vibrates~
 7 VII |  that I must utter my cry of pain without putting it~too plainly
 8 VIII|      you persevere. Ah! when pain has thoroughly relaxed those
 9 VIII|  very much, and what kind of pain would he inflict? She~repented
10 IX  |      on~their shoulders. The pain is a mere trifle, but I
11 IX  |      unfaithfulness may give pain, but the bond is not less
12 IX  |     a dreadful day,~a day of pain grown sweet, of intolerable
13 IX  |   only a disease,~though the pain of it is sweet. The Duchess