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 1 II, 5  |      room early.”~She could not help smiling, and she fell asleep,
 2 II, 5  |        is to become of me? What help is to be hoped for, what
 3 II, 7  |        the very cinders, and no help came, no sun rose, there
 4 II, 11 |        scared, and crying out—~“Help! he is dying! I am going
 5 II, 13 |         Charles was calling for help; Berthe, scared, was crying;
 6 III, 6 |      the paper.~“Well how can I help it?”~Then she grew angry,
 7 III, 7 |         offering Emma a hand to help her into the “Hirondelle.”
 8 III, 7 |    might perhaps be inclined to help her. But each time that
 9 III, 8 |      happy, free—to implore the help the first stranger would
10 III, 8 |      read it over again.~“What! help—help!”~He could only keep
11 III, 8 |         over again.~“What! help—help!”~He could only keep repeating
12 III, 9 | Lefrancois. “Now, just come and help,” she said to the chemist. “
13 III, 11|      the little girl, who could help her in the house, to live