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1 9 |       in his sleep, and said: Rise, take the boy and His mother,
2 20|    overwhelmed with grief, we rise and go away with our mother
3 21|     your affliction also. But rise, go to Mary my mistress;
4 32|        Wilt thou not, O lady, rise and go with us, and show
5 47|       thou shall fall and not rise again. And the same hour
6 52| moisture, and what these give rise to; what was the operation