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1    I,  I  |        it would cause her great sorrow—a grief that would be heart-breaking.~
2    I,  I  |      then, suddenly, won by his sorrow, by the contagion of tears,
3   II,  II |         separated them from her sorrow, forced herself to feel
4   II,  II |     softened, and was now but a sorrow of the memory; but now she
5   II,  II |       the ineffaceable marks of sorrow and of life itself. In Paris
6   II,  III|       her grief with that sweet sorrow, in mingling her tears with
7   II,  V  | Countess alone, isolated in her sorrow, which was steadily increasing,
8   II,  VI |         so clearly his hopeless sorrow, she felt so keenly the