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 1 III  |        he growled, “this is not kind. You are poking fun at me.
 2 III  |           Nonsense, you are too kind, papa. After all, what have
 3 VI   |    there isn’t some mark of the kind on this poor wretch’s uniform.”~
 4 VI   |     written was of the ordinary kind; the ink was blue. In one
 5 VII  |     waste in conjectures. “What kind of fellow was this drunkard?”
 6 VII  |     idea that he was really the kind of man he pretended to be.~
 7 VIII |         you mean?”~“I mean what kind of women did they seem to
 8 VIII |        to repay with a master’s kind protection toward his first
 9 IX   |    good-for-nothing hussies, my kind sir, heartless, unprincipled
10 IX   |          I have always been too kind and considerate toward others.”~
11 X    |      and yet—if you would be so kind—I should like a glass of
12 XII  | describe an examination of this kind, a narrative can convey
13 XIV  |      there even now.”~“And what kind of woman is she?”~“Why,
14 XV   |       an idea of so startling a kind that he could scarcely restrain
15 XV   |      lead me to the truth. What kind of man is he?” he asked
16 XVI  |        and speedily learned the kind of humor his master was
17 XXI  |       one of the most dangerous kind—a man who has the blood
18 XXII |         or compensation of some kind is understood, but this
19 XXIII| motionless, plunged in the same kind of ecstatic reverie which