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 1    3|  pleasing amusement of making O's, merely because she perceived
 2    3|      no other letter than the O: this letter she was constantly
 3    3| determined against making the O any more. Her brother was
 4    3|       man's help-mate!*~ ~ * 'O how lovely,' exclaims Rousseau,
 5    5|       till love's hot fire be o'er,~ ~ 'Then slaves to those
 6    5|     defended. They are frail; O do not take advantage of
 7    7|      ever and ever, and said, O my Father, hast Thou by
 8    7|      upon truth!~ ~ Would ye, O my sisters, really possess
 9   13|       it is your own conduct, O ye foolish women! which
10   13| inseparable.~ ~ Be just then, O ye men of understanding!