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 1 Note1         |     the winter he lives in the heart of the town, in the summer
 2     I,      II|       thought of my asthma and heart disease slackened my speed.~ ~
 3     I,     III|       human myself, and have a heart for my brethren and a sense
 4     I,       V|      strong nerves and an iron heart to listen to such a tale
 5     I,       V|        hear the beating of her heart, and her breath came short
 6     I,       V|       devotion, her pure, kind heart! She was the best friend
 7     I,       V|      felt the heavy load on my heart, and once for a moment,
 8     I,       V|        the catastrophe, for my heart ached with some vague and
 9     I,     VII|        and eased his patriotic heart by voting for me. Itzig
10     I,    VIII|      tender spot in my uncle's heart, one sprinkle of poetry
11     I,    VIII|       are mistaken, my boy. My heart, lungs, liver, and the rest
12     I,      IX|     man might grow to give his heart and soul to them. My uncle
13    II,     III|  finally, she must have a kind heart and a sweet disposition;
14    II,      IV|       iron will and the tender heart of a woman, made him distinguished
15    II,      IV|   found a good, pure, and true heart that was full to the brim
16    II,     VII|      face, and then back to my heart with a throbbing sensation.
17    II,     VII|      my head was dizzy, and my heart filled with a world of joy,
18    II,    VIII|       kiss had not hurt me. My heart was full of hope and joy.
19    II,      IX|        the hidden secret of my heart, the cherished wish of my
20    II,       X|    this two-edged knife in her heart. Yes, in her heart; but
21    II,       X|      in her heart. Yes, in her heart; but from behind, just as
22    II,     XII| uniform, had galloped into the heart of the French camp in broad
23    II,     XII|     ambulance."~ ~"With all my heart! Try it if you have a mind
24    II,      XV|        this woman, who, in her heart of hearts, despised me as
25    II,      XV|        in the bitterness of my heart; but, to my surprise, no
26    II,    XVII|       discreet modesty, how my heart yearned for you! How my
27    II,    XVII|       in spite of all that, my heart burns for love of you?'
28    II,    XVII|   looking down at the bleeding heart which is held up as a sacrifice
29    II,    XVII|            I pressed her to my heart and kissed her again. "You
30    II,    XVII|        she nestled close to my heart and kissed me passionately.
31    II,    XVII|      him truly and with all my heart. For to him I am indebted
32    II,    XVII|     this poor innocent to your heart, it would not have known
33    II,    XVII|       if I mercilessly lock my heart against my own innocent
34    II,    XVII|      you from the bottom of my heart for the love you have borne