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 1 3 |     he should have to bear in p. 304 the desert the crowds
 2 8 |    the neck with a horse-whip p. 305 cried out “Come! why
 3 14|      the corpses of her three p. 306 sons not knowing which
 4 18|    The sufferer shouted aloud p. 307 and bent back his neck
 5 21|      away the covering of her p. 308 head, tear her hair,
 6 23|    present showed suddenly no p. 309 less tameness than
 7 27|    had predicted this to many p. 310 brethren before it
 8 30|      he came in three days to p. 311 the town Aphroditon.
 9 38| nothing. His informant merely p. 313 declared that he had
10 42|       spirits shouting in all p. 314 directions from towns
11 46|  though at great peril to his p. 315 life, stole the saint’