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1    1,    3|  tells you that the man is genuine and of frank and upright
2    1,    7|    as though they had been genuine blossoms—nestors with blue
3    1,    7| Minha had imposed on him a genuine privation. There was no
4    1,    7| more than virtue, and even genuine heroism, when he came across
5    1,    9| the “paulliniasorbilis,” a genuine tablet of chocolate so far
6    1,   16|  And two or three streets! Genuine streets!”~“My dear Manoel!”