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 1  I, 6  |     Louis with his oak, the dying Bayard, some cruelties of
 2  I, 6  |  lakes, to all the songs of dying swans, to the falling of
 3 II, 4  |   which he carefully gave a dying fall in the love passages.
 4 II, 4  |   soon asleep. The fire was dying out in the cinders; the
 5 II, 7  |   she stirred carefully the dying embers, sought all around
 6 II, 11 |    crying out—~“Help! he is dying! I am going crazy!”~Charles
 7 II, 14 |     she had thought herself dying, and had asked for the communion;
 8 III, 6 |   Quincampoix, where he was dying of catarrh amongst his candles,
 9 III, 8 |     memory; as wounded men, dying, feel their life ebb from
10 III, 8 | like the echo of a symphony dying away.~“Bring me the child,”
11 III, 8 |    and soft movement of the dying, that seems as if they wanted
12 III, 8 |    came and sat down by the dying woman, to tell her that
13 III, 11|     than he, had thought of dying. At last he discovered a