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 1     I,      II|      one of the walls hung a burning coal-oil lamp.~ ~As I opened
 2     I,      II|   Her babe was there in that burning pyre, but horror had overpowered
 3     I,      II|  time the horrible tower was burning brightly, and the night
 4     I,      II|     sketch after sketch. The burning wreck, the flying cinders,
 5     I,      XI|    and rubbed that eternally burning and smarting spot, and felt
 6     I,     XII|   tempted to pour out all my burning shame and rage to him, since
 7    II,      VI| second emotion was that of a burning curiosity as to why that
 8    II,     VII|       her warning, and I was burning to find out the cause, the
 9    II,    XIII|  from the valley. It was the burning camp. The Emperor had given
10    II,     XIV|      salon, where a fire was burning already. I was forcibly
11    II,     XIV|     own wife!~ ~The fire was burning in the grate, and I went
12    II,    XVII|   her cheeks aglow, her eyes burning. "I know a fourth way,"
13    II,    XVII|      without a murmur. I was burning with shame and humiliation,
14    II,    XVII|    would cleanse me from the burning stigma, remove from me the
15    II,    XVII|   whole frame! And I, who am burning for love of her, I stand