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1    1,    1| unpleasant smile it was.~Then he murmured some phrases in an undertone
2    1,    4|          Minha? To get married!” murmured Joam.~“My dear,” said Yaquita,
3    1,    7|        not too late.~“Poor man!” murmured Minha.~“Mr. Manoel! Mr.
4    1,   11|     remembrance.~“The frontier!” murmured he, bowing his head by an
5    2,    2|      silent no longer.~“Manoel!” murmured Minha.~And she would certainly
6    2,   20|          over again.~“How long!” murmured Manoel.~“How beautiful!”
7    2,   20|        When shall we get there?” murmured Fragoso.~And this was what