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 1    1,    7|        if it was not too late.~“Poor man!” murmured Minha.~“Mr.
 2    1,    7|  appreciate them very much.~But poor Fragoso, abandoned and miserable,
 3    1,    7|           replied Fragoso.~“The poor fellow, who was now wide
 4    1,    8|        you do not always find a poor chap of a barber at the
 5    1,   11|        formed enough to tempt a poor monk reduced to the ordinary
 6    1,   11|  fatigues were too much for the poor folks! They died off one
 7    1,   11| separation of nineteen years.”~“Poor lady!” said Minha.~“Above
 8    1,   11|         said Minha.~“Above all, poor mother!” answered Yaquita.~
 9    1,   12|       commandant of the fort, a poor fellow who, however, knew
10    1,   12|    Ticuna blood, affording very poor specimens of the mixed race.~
11    1,   13|          What he would do for a poor chap like me he would not
12    1,   15|    about three feet long. These poor cetaceans have been so hunted
13    2,   15|      not without reason, if the poor fellow, rendered desperate
14    2,   17|        he who comforted the two poor women and inspired them