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 1    I,  IV |    like an overflowing hive. A confused hum of voices, calls, the
 2    I,  IV |      Bertin sometimes actually confused them in his own mind. Sometimes,
 3   II,  II |     tea.”~The Countess turned, confused, surprised, ashamed, and
 4   II,  II |      in that nocturnal peace a confused, continuous murmur of life,
 5   II,  II |     asked of God, so vague and confused were her fears still; but
 6   II,  II |      dream in the present; she confused epochs, dates, the ages
 7   II,  II | apprehension, as tenacious and confused as a presentiment.~When
 8   II,  III|     nothing, but felt a little confused.~The doors being closed
 9   II,  III|      He followed her, his head confused, understanding nothing.
10   II,  IV |        only one face, a little confused, a face that was no longer
11   II,  V  |   mourning, she feared, with a confused yet dominating fear, anything
12   II,  V  |      sighed them forth, in the confused plaint of her being.~Then,