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1 III |   all the~sublimity of that cry of hers. "She loves me still.
2 VI  |     hills. He could neither cry out nor groan, he lay down
3 VII |   feel that I must utter my cry of pain without putting
4 VIII|     his armchair.~ ~"Do not cry out, Mme la Duchesse," he
5 VIII|   with tears.~ ~"Why do you cry? Be true to your nature.
6 VIII|     will do, madame, do not cry. I cannot bear it any longer.
7 IX  | felt sure of her after that cry. He led the way; the~Duchess
8 X   | threshold.~ ~"Oh, God!" the cry broke from her in spite
9 X   |   spoke a word~or uttered a cry; but they looked into each