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 1     I,       I|        beautiful five-year-old boy, who looked like some waxen
 2     I,       I|       was a pale, quiet little boy, with very red, thin, tightly-compressed
 3     I,       I|       wanted to kiss them, the boy withdrew his hands with
 4     I,       I| impatient, and he has sent the boy to all the deaf-and-dumb
 5     I,       I|        fiúcska!" ("Poor little boy!") At this I saw a thrill
 6     I,       I|       astonishment, the little boy raised his tiny hand, and
 7     I,      II|        and I caught the little boy, took him in my arms, and
 8     I,      II|     Then I bethought me of the boy. I found him still insensible,
 9     I,     III|     surprised to hear that the boy had grown to be a man.~ ~
10     I,     III|      converse with your little boy."~ ~"To be sure you can'
11     I,     III|         Neither can I, for the boy is deaf and dumb; but I
12     I,     III|       to correct you, sir. The boy is not my own, although
13     I,     III|      of the carriage."~ ~"That boy deaf and dumb? About as
14     I,     III| English to an obstinate little boy.~ ~As I entered, and the
15     I,     III|        said; "I will be a good boy. I will speak!"~ ~It is
16     I,     III|     person able to talk to the boy, it will be certainly the
17     I,      IV|        to meet him, caught the boy up in his arms, and covered
18     I,      IV|      said the gentleman to the boy, approaching the lady and
19     I,      IV|       the lady and holding the boy toward her. Now, according
20     I,      IV|         lifeless kiss upon the boy's pale forehead, and the
21     I,      IV|        puzzled me most was the boy. He was so different from
22     I,      IV|     father? Who had taught the boy to speak that peculiar language,
23     I,      IV|        and we two men took the boy with us.~ ~I confess that
24     I,      IV|      lips of his five-year-old boy? In my childhood I had known
25     I,      IV|      had known a five-year-old boy, the son of a count, who
26     I,       V|    dependents had sat with the boy in a common carriage with
27     I,       V|     how she loved that unhappy boy! She was more his mother
28     I,       V| wringing her hands. "Why, that boy had an escort with him like
29     I,      VI|      husband, she said - "This boy obstinately refuses to sleep
30     I,      VI| mischievous smile.~ ~After the boy had had his wish, he crept
31     I,      VI|       to say, 'Speak to me, my boy, only to me! I have nobody
32     I,    VIII|        what a nuisance is this boy! Instead of going to this
33     I,    VIII|     you. You look like the old boy you were."~ ~"So I do, because
34     I,    VIII|     There you are mistaken, my boy. My heart, lungs, liver,
35     I,      IX|   KINGDOM.~ ~"You see, my dear boy," continued the old man,
36     I,      IX|   already beheld. "You see, my boy," said the old man again, "
37     I,    XIII|       a merry laugh. "The dear boy is actually trying to live
38    II,       I|       myself have brought this boy to the house only last night
39    II,      IV|    twittering, "Take care, you boy! take care!"~ ~The young
40    II,      IV|      too late already. My dear boy, even a friend has something
41    II,      IV|        here it is; take it, my boy, and marry your Cenni, with
42    II,      VI|       me in his arms. "My dear boy, that's a sensible thing,
43    II,     VII|   found the vestry-clerk and a boy ministrant waiting for us
44    II,     VII|      silver florins, while the boy received six glittering
45    II,     VII|         You, Muckicza, my dear boy, go out and get in the boys.
46    II,    XIII|      pocket and said, "Now, my boy, I will also present you
47    II,    XIII|       It is your discharge, my boy; you are free."~ ~"My discharge?"
48    II,    XVII|      me and my advice. My dear boy, you were never so much
49    II,    XVII|     you can't spare me now, my boy; you want me more than ever!"~ ~
50    II,    XVII|   blooming woman.~ ~The little boy we christened William James.
51    II,    XVII|       took her hands. "If your boy is not to have the love
52    II,    XVII|      mother."~ ~He held up the boy to her, and at the sweet,