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 1 I  |   made no effort to conceal a despair which seemed as deep as
 2 I  |  cried Piombo, with a sort of~despair. "Farewell. In other days
 3 III|    one hand with a gesture of despair, and rested his elbow on
 4 III| immortality."~ ~This spasm of despair alarmed the painter, and
 5 IV |      birthday, her mother, in despair at the~estrangement which,
 6 V  | efforts, his soul filled with despair at seeing~the whole burden
 7 VI |     is cold!" cried Luigi, in despair. "Wrap your shawl closer
 8 VI |    came neither spectres, nor despair,~nor rags; but it made them
 9 VI |   with one of those kisses of despair that were given~in 1793
10 VI |    poor couple and calm their~despair. These strangers made some
11 VI |     the mother, in accents of despair.~ ~"Let her come! let her