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1 III |     if to see what they were doing.~The singing ceased after
2 IV  |     not knowing what she was doing, mechanically thinking of
3 VII |      did not know what I was doing, for sorrow, and I ran out
4 VII |    no longer knew what I was doing. Then I said nothing because
5 X   |     as pulp.~“What were they doing in that shanty?” said a
6 XI  |      this life. What you are doing is cowardly and almost criminal;
7 XIII|  Paul, wondering what he was doing—how he was—whether he sometimes
8 XIII| without knowing what she was doing and read the figures—ninety