Book,  chapter

1    1,    4|         soon both sound asleep, dreaming of happy days.~After they
2    1,   14|  continued their search without dreaming of taking rest. But all
3    1,   22|     shoulders. “My boy, you are dreaming.”~“I am not dreaming, and
4    1,   22|        are dreaming.”~“I am not dreaming, and you will see for yourself.
5    3,    5| Elizabeth, when Shakespeare was dreaming out his Shy-lock, a Scotch
6    3,   16|         for it seems to me I am dreaming. You received a letter,
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