Book,  chapter

1    1,   14|       some deep abyss, wildly crying for succor.~“We must go
2    2,   17|     Mary!” he cried; “you are crying!”~“Crying, my child!” said
3    2,   17|     cried; “you are crying!”~“Crying, my child!” said Lady Helena.~“
4    2,   17|       word to say. Robert was crying in his sister’s arms. Paganel
5    3,   16|       the Major himself, were crying and embracing each other.
6    3,   18| Glenarvan spring to his feet, crying out: “You, Paganel! you
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