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 1    1,    1|    sleep overtook him. If his table was not always spread, his
 2    1,   10|       to figure fairly on the table, Benito shot them; and,
 3    1,   11|      the lacquer on a Chinese table. Both men and women are
 4    1,   18|    trees in miniature on some table epergne, and their reflection
 5    1,   18|     Valdez, sat at the common table, and even had the places
 6    1,   19|   Here they all rose from the table, and, having finished their
 7    1,   20|       elbow rested on a small table, and he looked fixedly at
 8    2,    4|       unceasingly tapping the table in front of him, like those
 9    2,    4|     his law-books but for the table which he did not despise;
10    2,    4|    his seat at the end of the table, his pen behind his ear,
11    2,    4|   beat a gentle tattoo on the table.~“Joam Dacosta,” he asked, “
12    2,    4|      Joam Dacosta laid on the table the memoir which he had
13    2,   11| dropped out and rolled on the table.~“But the paper! the paper!”
14    2,   11|      who clutched hold of the table to save himself from falling.~
15    2,   12|    nose, his snuff-box on the table. He took a good pinch so
16    2,   12|    had obtained the following table:~    a =  3 times     b =  
17    2,   12|       he formed the following table:~    h = 23 times     y =
18    2,   12|       again and bent over the table. His special alphabet was
19    2,   13|     Jarriquez sat down at the table, took up a sheet of paper
20    2,   14|    bell-pull hanging near his table. The bell rang furiously,
21    2,   14|      Jarriquez had run to the table, and, pencil in hand, had
22    2,   16|  there before his eyes on the table.~“Sir,” said Manoel, whose
23    2,   17|    His arms rested on a small table and supported his head.
24    2,   18|        smoothed it out on the table, sat down, and, passing