Letter

 1 Introd | hillocks, when a nauseous odor struck their nostrils, and they
 2 Introd |    upon her.~“The church clock struck two. They could hear the
 3 V      |        and you would have been struck by the splendor of that
 4 XVII   |       only fragmentarily. What struck me most was the life in
 5 LXX    |  phrases, and which had always struck me as a stroke from a master
 6 XCIII  |        There is one also which struck me very much at the first
 7 CLXVII |        and I feel that you are struck again in your affections.
 8 CLXXVII|       As for me, I feel myself struck to my very marrow!~If I
 9 CXCVII |       its fetid emanations are struck by the ill that killed it.
10 CXCVII |        country and my race are struck to death, I feel it in my
11 CCXXXI |     terrible storms: lightning struck in our garden; and our stream,
12 CCXLV  |        enchanted with it. What struck her was the “youth” of the
13 CCLVII |    what was new to me and what struck me: (1) the first fragment; (
14 CCCXIII|      he is at the Opera.~I was struck by the house of the missionaries (