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 1    1,    3|        girl, earnestly.~“My dear child,” replied Lady Helena. “
 2    1,    3|         hear anything.”~“My poor child, there is but a faint hope;
 3    1,    3|         have not it now, my dear child,” replied Lady Helena.~“
 4    1,    3|      Lady Helena, smiling at the child’s decided tone. “And so
 5    1,    3|     strangers.”~“Strangers, dear child!” interrupted Lady Helena; “
 6    1,    4|    brother, who was still a mere child. By dint of close economy,
 7    1,    4|       out: “Mary Grant! wait, my child, and listen to what I’m
 8    1,    6|         the young girl.~“My dear child,” said Lord Glenarvan, “
 9    1,   14|       feeblest and youngest, the child of the party, had not been
10    1,   14|          pictured to himself the child lying in some deep abyss,
11    1,   14|         at any rate. Who was the child beside during our descent
12    1,   14|       rest. But all in vain. The child had not only met his death
13    1,   14|          down by the side of the child so miraculously saved, burst
14    1,   15|         with which he rubbed the child’s body all over. He handled
15    1,   16|         lighting up.~He took the child in his arms, lifted him
16    1,   18|           and to be grown up, my child, to venerate him,” replied
17    1,   19|       spoke thus to reassure the child, for a secret terror filled
18    1,   19|         in thinking of this poor child, as he saw him showing a
19    1,   19|         his emotion, he took the child in his arms, and straining
20    1,   19|         not frightened.”~“No, my child, no! and you are right.
21    1,   19|     voice to Robert:~“Robert, my child, do you hear him? He wants
22    1,   19|     sight of his master.~“Oh, my child, my child!” cried Glenarvan,
23    1,   19|        master.~“Oh, my child, my child!” cried Glenarvan, with
24    1,   24|         was every whit as much a child as Robert. They were having
25    2,    3|       and treated like a spoiled child by nature. You only see
26    2,   11|        the trousers of a growing child, and thus the original symmetry
27    2,   12|   peaceful little sleeper. “Poor child!” said Mary Grant. “Is he
28    2,   12|          just at that moment the child turned over in his sleep,
29    2,   12|        Paganel. “They send off a child just as they would luggage,
30    2,   12|        believe it before.”~“Poor child!” said Lady Helena. “Could
31    2,   12|       and speak it,” replied the child in fluent enough English,
32    2,   12|        was easily explained. The child was one of the aborigines
33    2,   12|         that he kissed the black child, and they were friends forthwith.~
34    2,   12|          felt an interest in the child, and wanted to talk to him
35    2,   12|     lying beyond the Murray. The child had been in Melbourne five
36    2,   12|       with such animation from a child of only eight years, might
37    2,   12|   sympathy awakened for the poor child.~To speak the truth, up
38    2,   12|    preconceived notions. But the child’s genuine religious fervor
39    2,   12|      France—”~“France,” said the child, with an astonished look.~“
40    2,   12|      What are they?” replied the child, not the least disconcerted.~“
41    2,   12| spectacles.~“Yes,” continued the child. “Spain—capital, Gibraltar.”~“
42    2,   12|          in Melbourne.~“Here, my child,” he said to Toline, “take
43    2,   14|         for fear of wounding the child.~But John Mangles opened
44    2,   17|         are crying!”~“Crying, my child!” said Lady Helena.~“My
45    3,   12|       was the hand of a woman or child, a European! On~V. IV Verne
46    3,   12|      long coil of flax rope.~“My child, my child,” murmured Lady
47    3,   12|         flax rope.~“My child, my child,” murmured Lady Helena, “
48    3,   19|        Why should I be vexed, my child?”~“And you will let me do
49    3,   20|      simple Paganel cried like a child who does not care who sees
50    3,   20|      John Mangles blushed like a child when his turn came, and