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 1     I,       I|         once more the creation of human hands conquers the spectre,
 2     I,      II|          no cries, not a sound of human voices. The poor victims
 3     I,      II|   dreadful their revenge on their human antagonists! The thundering
 4     I,      II|            and out of all of them human heads, limbs, faces, bodies,
 5     I,      II|       those terrible shrieks from human voices resounded to and
 6     I,     III|  rock-colossus to destroy so many human lives? Is it the Czrny Bog
 7     I,     III|       great in harm, whose joy is human despair, and who is adored
 8     I,     III|          But why should I, who am human myself, and have a heart
 9     I,      IV|          nature, according to all human sentiment and experience,
10     I,      IV|           or me. Was this woman a human monstrosity and void of
11     I,      VI|        thick-skinned, iron-nerved human beings as the heroes of
12    II,      II|          as fond of liquor as any human tippler, and I really thought
13    II,     VII|           in the structure of the human body; otherwise, a quack
14    II,     VII|          organic structure of the human body is a more wonderful,
15    II,       X| Impossible! I cannot believe that human nature can be so vile, so
16    II,    XVII|         will be the best defence. Human I am and have been, and
17    II,    XVII|           I am and have been, and human have been the temptations