Part,  Chapter

 1     I,       I|    tongue, "Szegény fiúcska!" ("Poor little boy!") At this I
 2     I,      II|      upon him. It is always the poor dependent that is made to
 3     I,      II|      sound of human voices. The poor victims of the catastrophe
 4     I,      II|       car - that containing the poor foolish American governess,
 5     I,      II|       reached the spot, and the poor little gloved hands of his
 6     I,     III|        terrible thing had these poor victims done to deserve
 7     I,     III|        deserve this fate, those poor servants of the public convenience,
 8     I,     III| although the governess told me, poor soul! We were thrown together
 9     I,     III|     together by chance, and the poor woman perished in the flames.
10     I,       V|         daresay that money is a poor compensation for a lost
11     I,       V|      him?"~ ~I told her how the poor woman's first thought had
12     I,       V|         horrid spectacle of the poor woman as I had seen her
13     I,       V|       laughed then also.~ ~"And poor little Georgie?" she asked
14     I,      VI|    Rossberg catastrophe and the poor dependents of the slain.
15     I,     VII|         pay taxes; he is only a poor poultry-dealer. Still he
16     I,     VII|      shanty of his own, lived a poor Jew with a lot of half-starved,
17     I,     VII|     daily expected to die. This poor wretch, who never in all
18     I,     VII|         pair of trousers - this poor fellow had yet a fortune
19     I,     VII|        been as honest as he was poor, earning a miserable livelihood
20     I,     VII|          Our drummers found the poor fellow just in the act of
21     I,     VII|    drummers announced that "the poor man was troubled in his
22     I,     VII|     been given, and just as the poor fellow in his agony was
23     I,    VIII|     through auctioning off some poor debtor's effects, he came
24     I,    VIII|       to inquire how much of my poor father's fortune was swallowed
25     I,      IX|       bear-skin coverlet, looks poor and inhospitable enough,
26     I,      IX|         out of the world, and a poor lone old man is rather a
27     I,       X|      who had kindly assisted my poor father to get rid of his
28     I,       X|     away.~ ~"Seven children the poor fellow has at home, and
29    II,       I|            Why do you kill that poor cetonia?"~ ~"Because it
30    II,      II|       such a champion, what can poor I do against him?"~ ~It
31    II,     III|      have more sense than those poor birds who shatter their
32    II,      IV|       For twenty-five years the poor victim of the fair deceiver
33    II,      IV|      wing. She did not kill the poor beetle, and she set him
34    II,      IX|   employed at the mock wedding. Poor things, why should I betray
35    II,      IX|         the goddess bestowed on poor, silly Ixion as she lured
36    II,      IX|         so at Actæon, although, poor fellow, he had never come
37    II,       X|       you for herself. She is a poor girl, and dependent on Diodora'
38    II,    XVII|         home of the Dumanys, my poor Slav kingdom. There you
39    II,    XVII|        may dole out alms to the poor, and in this mournful solitude
40    II,    XVII|      said: "as innocent as that poor child himself. You have
41    II,    XVII|      nature, had not taken this poor innocent to your heart,
42    II,    XVII|      demon in my own breast - a poor, feeble spirit, and long