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 1     I,       I|         That professes to teach real conversation, based on the
 2     I,       I|         him, and with a sigh of real compassion I muttered in
 3     I,      IV|          There, in Mr. Dumany's real home, was his picture gallery,
 4     I,       V|        and not a single flower, real or artificial, greeted the
 5     I,    VIII|         His flower-garden was a real fairy bower, and the old
 6     I,      IX| particle of the estate, whether real or personal, which he received
 7     I,    XIII|        faces. One of them was a real Zenobia figure: tall of
 8    II,      II| sorrowful eyes; and that is the real demon-type as given by the
 9    II,     III|       that could be expected of real and respectable ghosts.
10    II,     III|       and not one of them had a real, earnest, and sincere suitor.
11    II,     III|       and distant way; but of a real, true attachment I could
12    II,     III|        were, among them, like a real diamond among coloured glass.
13    II,      IV|         this woman, who was his real wife, he could not give
14    II,       V|         shortened to Cenni. Her real name is Klara. She has no
15    II,      VI| betrayed Cenni, her origin, her real name, and her kin; and,
16    II,      VI|      which make you lord of the real and personal property of
17    II,     VII|         all in the fashion of a real wedding. After that, the
18    II,     VII| universe seemed to have but one real fixed star - the fair, pale
19    II,    VIII|       cannot clearly detect the real impression my words are
20    II,    VIII|       would have saved you from real harm and real degradation."~ ~"
21    II,    VIII|    saved you from real harm and real degradation."~ ~"What? If
22    II,       X|      dictated again, "Hungarian real estate bonds, 85; Lower-Austrian,
23    II,       X|        her dowry, consisting of real estate, bonds, etc., to
24    II,       X|  ceremony of this afternoon was real, not a comedy like that
25    II,       X|    meant to make that elopement real; and if I had taken her
26    II,    XIII|         Zouaves and Turcos, not real French soldiers.~ ~That
27    II,    XIII|         now three cart-loads of real wounded men, with wounds
28    II,     XIV|     deserts, but I? As I was no real soldier, so my wound was
29    II,     XIV|     soldier, so my wound was no real wound, this badge of merit
30    II,     XVI|     course done so; but, like a real gentleman, I was returning
31    II,    XVII|      come when I may express my real sentiments to you. I shall
32    II,    XVII|        wore, have shown me your real face, shown me how much
33    II,    XVII|       the sight of her deep and real agitation summoned me to
34    II,    XVII|        as this little darling's real birthday, for it has given