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 1    1,   10| implicitly to his never-failing memory.~“You see then, friend,”
 2    1,   19|       the few Spanish words his memory could muster, though their
 3    1,   21|       man trying to ransack his memory. At last he said:~“Yes.”~“
 4    1,   24|        of those gala feasts the memory of which is imperishable.~
 5    1,   25|    several facts occurred to my memory, that make me hope it will,
 6    2,    2|      John Mangles.~“Then, if my memory serves me right, we must
 7    2,    4|           Mnemosyne! Goddess of Memory, chaste mother of the Muses!”
 8    2,    4|     very sorry for it; but your memory might gain an armory by
 9    2,   18|        he did on recovering his memory and speech was to ask for
10    3,   20|         without my recalling to memory words with which our last