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 1 IV  |         how are you?”~“I am not ill. I have dreamed of you twice
 2 V   |        not be the butt for your ill humor.”~He clasped her in
 3 VI  |         people think? He was so ill at ease that at one time
 4 VIII|     pane and looked out. Duroy, ill at ease, wished to converse
 5 VIII|         so low as that. You are ill, but not in danger. The
 6 X   | ascribed her husband’s burst of ill humor to puerile jealousy,
 7 XIII|     replied; “The Count is very ill, sir; they think he will
 8 XV  |   increased daily. He cherished ill will toward everyone—toward
 9 XV  | surprised, too, at his constant ill humor, and said: “I do not
10 XVII|        the painting. She was so ill, after that, that her life