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 1    I,  I  | little voice:~“Mamma, I am so tired of this!”~The painter was
 2    I,  III|         he said. “I am rather tired.”~He felt very animated,
 3    I,  III|  blood began to cool. He felt tired, sat down on his divan,
 4    I,  IV |       the Duchess. “I am very tired and I wish to go now.”~“
 5   II,  II |      eyes and flushed cheeks, tired, out of breath with the
 6   II,  III|       But—I hardly know—I was tired, and then, to be candid,
 7   II,  IV |    The thought of the streets tired him only to think of, filled
 8   II,  V  |     Farandal.~He arose.~“I am tired,” said he. “I am going to
 9   II,  V  |       marks that wear out the tired skin. Like some one afflicted
10   II,  V  |   morning fire. She lay there tired, drowsy, neither awake nor