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1    I,  I  |         I am a lost woman.” No echo of suffering responded from
2    I,  III| sometimes they awoke in her an echo of respect and admiration,
3    I,  III|   sooner remarked this strange echo of a voice once so familiar,
4   II,  IV |    weakened, and far off as an echo; then, sinking into silence,
5   II,  IV |       and triumphant love, the echo of all young hearts bewildered
6   II,  IV |    glittering and jingling, an echo of gaiety. They walked quickly
7   II,  VI |      depths of his soul to the echo of Faust’s lamentations,